I haven't written anything about how I felt after my divorce; especially after my daughter chose to live with her father full time. He had a lot more to offer her than I did, but still...Sometimes I've thought that I shouldn't have backed down the way I did, or that I shouldn't have given her a "way out", even though I could see being divided between the two of us was killing her. I remember that night when he brought her back and they told me the news. Our last night was spent with me in the doorway of her room unable to find the words to say. She was 14 then. And now? Our relationship is what it is. We were once so close, but these days I'm lucky if I see her any more than once a year. She has no idea how hurt I was for all this. But I get the feeling she never let on how she really felt either. I wish she would. I wish WE would. There are so many things she doesn't know about my marriage. I know I say in the poem "why did you keep all that inside..." when, ironically, it's also me who keeps a whole lot inside that I wish I could give vent to.

One day. One day...

The photo is of me and her in happier days.

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