I remember the day well: the day we stole my son’s innocence, the day we told him we were getting a divorce.
He was stunned. He cried. And begged and pleaded. And cried some more. And the next day, when he woke up, forgot for a second and then remembered again, he cried again. He was 12. And his father and I broke his heart and shattered his world that day. He was never the same happy-go-lucky kid again.
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Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children and no theories. – John Wilmot
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