Alone in D.C.

There was so much I still wanted to do.

It was our last day in D.C.

I was on a Scout trip.

We had flown to New York.  We spent a day and a night and most of the next day there.

We took a train to Philadelphia.  We spent the night there.

The next day we drove to D.C.

The first two days we saw the monuments around the Mall.  The Capitol.  Arlington Cemetery.  The Museum of American History.

For some reason my roommates had decided our last day would be a good day to sleep in.

I had a map.

I knew how to use the Metro.

I was off.

My first stop was the Air & Space Museum.

Then the National Archives.

Hard Rock Cafe.

Ford’s Theater.

Then back to the hotel.

The rest of our group was waiting for me.

I hadn’t told anyone what I was doing.

Apparently they’d been worried about me.

The worst thing about divorce

It’s my boys I worry about.

I’ve never been divorced before.  Neither has my wife.  But we’ve both been though painful breakups before and come out okay.  We’ll both be okay this time, too.

My boys grow up in an intact home.  Now that’s not going to happen for them.

I worry how their parents’ divorce will affect their ability to have good marriages of their own.

I worry about not being around to protect them.  They’re not big enough to defend themselves against an adult.

I worry that if I’m not with them every day if will hurt our relationship.  Will we be as close as we are now?  Will we drift apart?

I worry about so many things.

Worrying won’t solve anything.  All I can do at this point is the best I can.

I just wish it was better.