My daughter has given custody of the children to their father. Not much warning. No conversation. I had a couple of days' notice. The children got maybe an hour. They came here this evening looking very confused to pick up a few things before being taken to Muncie for good.
When Meg first told me about her decision, I didn't react well. It isn't that Nathan is a bad father. He isn't. It's just that I can't fathom what the children must be thinking, especially since they had no voice and no warning. I kicked Megan out. I didn't know how the two of us could sit at the same table and pretend that nothing had happened. Of course, my reaction has made me the bad guy. I've thought and thought about that. She would be in Terre Haute with her boyfriend, anyway...so I haven't lost much.
I am now, very slowly, trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life.
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