I wanted to get away, and never mow another lawn. Seven miles didn’t seem too bad for a kid who grew up 15 minutes from the nearest stop light.
My friend Tara, from Relative Evolutions, wrote a recent essay on how marriage is work. She ends with this question,
“Marriage is work. So why do we congratulate those who leave a dead-end job while shaming those who leave a dead-end marriage?”
It’s an excellent thought and worthy of a response.
It’s been a tool of intimidation and means of control ever since divorce, custody, and visitation replaced love, honor, and commitment. It’s the dark fear of some and the angelic hope of others. Fantasized by many; dreaded by many more. It’s that day circled on nearly every divorced parent’s calendar when the law says kids can choose their custody.