Last night my 6 year old started to cry when I tucked her into bed. She asked me why I had to leave again. Why did I have to get a new house? She told me that she wanted Mommy and me to stay together. That’s the first time that she’s said anything like that. She cried when we told her (and her younger brother) that I would no longer be living there, but would see them often. But this is the first time that she had worded anything quite like that. It’s so hard to try to explain, and no matter what I say, she is years away from fully grasping the situation. She won’t understand. Hell, I don’t understand. Of course, I know “why”… I just don’t completely understand how we got to where we are today.
Today, she seemed much better, but she still brought it up again at supper. I guided the conversation to something much more fun to talk about, but I know that I’m only stalling the inevitable. I’m not sure what my better-half tells her in those situations. Maybe she has answers that I don’t.
I’ve turned on comments again, and found someone to moderate them. Not that I expect any comments, but it’s always nice to have the option.