Chapter 16 - Co-Parenting in the Ruins
The transition to co-parenting was awkward, painful, and painfully humbling. For the first few weeks, whenever it was my turn to have Leo and Maya for the weekend, I overcompensated by taking them to amusement parks, buying them expensive toys, and trying desperately to buy their affection to make up for the shattered home life they were suddenly forced to navigate.
It backfired immediately.
On a Sunday evening during my second week of custody, ten-year-old Leo sat at the small kitchen table of my downtown apartment, poking listlessly at a takeout pizza box while eight-year-old Maya colored quietly in the corner.
"Dad," Leo said, his young voice sounding far more serious than any ten-year-old’s should. "You don't have to keep taking us places every time we're here."
I paused, holding a slice of pizza halfway to my plate. "What do you mean, buddy? I want you guys to have fun."
"Mom says you're trying too hard," Leo replied, looking up with big, perceptive eyes that reminded me entirely too much of Lauren. "She says we don't need arcade games or theme parks. We just want to hang out here with you, even if we're just watching TV or doing homework."
The pizza slice slipped from my fingers back onto the cardboard box. My throat tightened as hot tears pricked behind my eyelids. For years, I had convinced myself that as long as I provided financially, my emotional absence didn't register with my children. I had believed kids were resilient to domestic dysfunction.
Now, looking into my son's eyes, I realized how blind I had been. They hadn't needed a provider who bought them things; they needed a father who was actually present in their lives.
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"I'm sorry, Leo," I choked out, walking over to pull my son into a tight, grounding hug. "Your mom is right. I've spent too much time trying to fix things with stuff instead of just being your dad."
Maya put down her crayons, ran over, and wrapped her small arms around my waist, completing the circle. As I held my two children close in the quiet sparseness of my apartment, I knew I had lost my wife forever, but I swore to myself right then and there that I would never lose my kids.
