When my marriage ended, I was terrified of losing my son — my whole world.
At first, he stayed mostly with me during weekends, and I cherished every minute.
But slowly, things changed. He started spending more weekends at my ex-husband’s place.
I won’t lie — the feeling of losing those precious moments was crushing.
I questioned everything. Was I not enough? Was he happier with his dad?
But as time went on, I realized this wasn’t about me.
It was about what was best for my son.
Watching him laugh, play, and bond with his dad gave me peace.
Yes, I missed him. But knowing he was happy made me stronger.
Parenting after divorce is messy and painful — but sometimes, letting go is the greatest act of love.