The day was Friday the 13th. This day is usually considered a day of bad luck. I don’t believe in luck or misfortune but this wasn’t a day of celebration. Here I stood in Divorce Court with a judge certifying the end of an 8 year marriage. A plethora of thoughts passed through my mind. How can I work and take care of a house on my own and still have time to always be there for my sons? Will my sons call another man “daddy
Fatherhood In the Midst of Divorce
