After the Divorce, Emma Became My Entire World
When my marriage ended, my daughter became the center of everything I did.
Emma was only six when Darren and I divorced. She was still young enough to believe that every broken thing could be repaired with tape, hugs, and a sincere apology.
Unfortunately, marriage was more complicated than that.
Darren and I agreed to share custody, although Emma stayed with me most of the time. She spent every other weekend with her father, along with a few holidays and school breaks.
It was not the family life I had once imagined, but I tried to make it feel stable.
I created routines.
Friday-night movies. Pancakes on Sunday mornings. Notes tucked into her lunchbox. Bedtime stories, even after she became old enough to read them herself.
Those little rituals mattered to me.
They reminded me that although my marriage had ended, I was still Emma’s mother.
