“all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you to want me, but you didn’t want to
But piece by piece he collected me
Up off the ground where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece he filled the holes
That you burned in me at six years old
And you know,
He never walks away
He never asks for money,
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could… stay”
In a month we will celebrate (although you really should get credit for the 3.5 years we dated….just saying) 20 years of being married to a man that could have chosen to leave any number of crazy messy it’s not what I thought my life worth I’d be times…
He fought my history of my father leaving because of my mother’s drinking when I was six. He (my father) chose to his new posting half way around the world without my sister and me to leave us with someone that he knew should not be responsible for children (as that was why he left her) but because that was the way things were done back then….my relationship with my father was letters and summers…(btw, I can’t imagine Hugh ever coping out to “how things were done”. He would have been involved then even if our marriage fell apart – what was socially acceptable within the confines of the us service be damned)
Add in that we’ve had a child that required so much.
The man I’m married to not only rocks the divide and conquer, he also coached any team our kids needed.
I didn’t make sticking it out easy for him, I’m ashamed to admit. The statics of divorce among special needs parents and then my history.
But he stayed.
And you know what??? He’s my still my favorite person on the planet to chill with. When we can. 😂
Such a lifetime from the bathroom on the base where my mother told me that my father was leaving….
I am dumbfounded he chose to stay. But I am so very grateful he did.