Junkyard
Senior Member
I thank my lucky stars that all my three sons were grown up when I split up with my ex. The youngest was 17.
The fact that #3 son decided that he wanted to live with me instead of his mother gave me a nice warm fuzzy feeling, even though it meant resigning from my job to head home and be with him while he went through college. He's now 29 years old and has already bought his own place.
That’s the worst part of it with Will only being 4, 5 in July. I feel good in the fact that my 15 year old daughter still comes to my place every weekend she doesn’t have a school function. I’ve done a lot of things wrong but evidently I’ve done a few right too!