thank you for sharing your story. as a kid my parents did the messy divorce, used us as pawns (all my mother) and my father never siad one disrespectful word to us about her. the example he set for me in raising my boys is one that i think about daily. ill never understand where he got the paitience to deal with us kids, but he had it. there were times when we wouldn't get to see him for months on end, and my mother would tell us that we just werent important enough, or have us get ready and then he wouldn't show up, there were several years of these games, and after i graduated i moved into his house untill i turned 18 and joined the marines. when i got out of the military i moved back in with him and my little brother who was living there. we had 4 years of living together to build the relationship we wanted before he was dagnosed with terminal lung cancer. He passed away 6 days after i got married. every day i regret that he isn't here, but i'm thankful for the time we did have.
no matter what thier mother says, they will have thier own ideas and opinions and it's more than likely at 12 and 14 they are all ready well on thier way to being formed about you. so keep on trucking. as they say. and in 4 more years when the odest says dad will you pay for my college, say sure. and haull more cars cause books aren't cheap.
church. it's like family, but closer. when your sick family may call to see how your doing, but church people will bring you dinner or take the kids to school. in dec 08 we had a house fire which was a total loss, thanks to our church within 24 hours we had a apartment, clothes and furnature. it's the kind of place where you won't be judged (even if you show up in greasy overalls). the value of the couple of hours that you spend on sunday cannot be measured with human hands.
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