My family dynamic is unusual, to say the least. I come from a "broken" home per say...although I don't see much broken about it. My parents divorced when I was eighteen and are both remarried. The situation wasn't ideal. There was a lot of betrayal, tons of tears, endless resentment and anger. In spite of all that, my mother never, ever bad mouthed my father in front of us and refused to let anyone else act that way either.
Years passed. I married...had my daughter...old wounds healed...scars remained, but faded.
Now...I vacation on the Cape with both my parents and their spouses, my husband and my little girl TOGETHER. We traveled en masse to the mecca of all childhood dreams, DisneyWorld. Each and every Saturday morning, after weighing in at Weight Watchers, I have coffee with both of my parents. Just me...and my mom and dad.
Is it strange. Maybe. Probably. I know lots of people, including my mother in law, can't understand it. But this is my family...and how we work best.
