I took a break to watch a movie (one of my Netflix rentals!) while I ate. Then I clicked on my Bloglines to read my favorite blogs. Now I’m in tears over the post I read at From the Morning. Here’s the opening:
His parents divorced when he was in the third grade. Mom and dad
couldn’t get along anymore, so they just split, on many levels. Mom
stayed, dad left, and insanity ensued.
He didn’t know who did
what wrong or what the details were, only that his world had been
turned upside down. At any rate, the details didn’t matter, only the
consequences, paid by an innocent bystander.
Take a moment and go read the rest. I hate to cry alone.