Waiting For His Best Friend


Waiting for a best friend, our sons and daughters are patient, faithful and loyal to the next moment their Mom or Dad, separated by the collapse of commitment, or the desires of the heart, come calling for their little loved one. Having had nothing to do with his loss of his intact family together as one, the child of divorce might nonetheless feel like the guilty one, ‘It must be me; but what did I do wrong?’ he might be asking. More concern for his feelings of wrongdoing as culprit for his beloved Mommy and Daddy no longer together for him, will be when either or both tug on his affections for the other, placing him between, saying anything to please whatever parent at that moment is pulling him in his or her direction, then feeling guilty next time he visits with the other.
It’s no win for him.
He’s alone.
He’s defenseless.
He’s been cast adrift into his emerging world with sails tattered, and engines overheating.
Where could his safe harbor possibly be?
The legal system recognizes his predicament. But that system has no arms to hug him, no time to comfort him, and nobody to reassure him.
He’s likely to grow up — if he’s that fortunate — to be just like his parents and therefore likely that his children will end up feeling just like he is now. It’s a breeder reactor that’s cooking with steam from the fuel that it is itself also breeding for the fuel for the tomorrow’s and the tomorrow’s of our emotionally disabled children’s progeny and for our grandchildren and our great grandchildren.
When will the madness end? Is he a child of the dawning of the ‘Age of Destruction’ of all that is sacred in the modern American home? PJM.

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