The Kids started asking questions, they were confused. They went to bed one day with a happy intact family and woke up the next with a fragmented one. They both started playing up in school. Both A students now went beyond F; their work couldn’t be graded, it was that terrible. To make matters worse one was preparing for GCSE-General Certificate of Secondary Education. Letters upon letters kept coming through from the school regarding both of them, but I was helpless; the anchor of the family was wounded, broken, shattered, and needing parenting, caring. I was helpless and couldn’t help my babies. This still hurts, rips my insides as I write.
The kids not knowing where to direct their pain, anger, frustration turned on me because as far as they could see I was the one causing the breakdown of the family. As much as it hurt at the time and even now, I was determined not to divulge too much information which could make the situation worse for them. Also I was not in the best frame of mind to talk rationally to them as a parent so I kept quiet and allowed them to use me as a punch bag. It was very difficult and challenging to say the least.
Unbeknown to me, the kids had somehow managed to connect dots to themselves blaming themselves for the breakdown in our marriage. I only found this out years later.
I finally gathered the dust off me a little bit and started to talk to the kids and they were so angry and had so many questions which I answered as best as I could. The school was not aware of the situation at home so I arranged a meeting with the school to explain and the teachers now changed their approach and provided an excellent support to the children to this day.
It is not just the adults that suffer during divorce the children also go through their divorce.