Warning: This one runs close to my heart, so if you’re already hurting from the consequences of divorce you might want to stop here and move on.
My niece is in family court this morning, 10am. If you are possessive of a spiritual mind, please send up a few prayers for her.
While I love to watch courtroom dramas unfold on the news and reality shows, I’m not so partial to them in my personal life.
I wish there never, ever had to be a family court session held again in this land.
I wish parents could solve these things between themselves.
I know that’s Polly Anna thinking, but I wish it were not.
Two teens, one female and the other all boy, are going to have their fate decided for them by a stranger today. They will sit, victims to the system, familial manipulations, teen emotions, and the norms of a society gone crazy, and have their future destinies decided for them. Yes, they will get to speak about what they want, but at 13 and 15 what do they know about how life works? That’s the point, right. Why they will have these things decided for them. They will be told where to live, who to follow, what is important via the mandates of a stranger today.
I am a child of divorce.
I know families can’t always stay together, and I know some families that definitely needed to part ways, but the kids…
I know. I was one!
Today is a sad day for me. For them. For their parents. For us all.
I just want everyone to get along. Is that too much to ask?
Have you ever had to fight in court to retain your rights? Does divorce make you sad?