The forest made of weeds

One summer, there was a strange sort of seed that blew or somehow migrated into our backyard. The weeds that grew from those seeds grew into very tall weeds. The weeds were so tall and there were so many of them that the kids created a maze from them. I couldn’t see the kids or the tops of their heads when they played in that maze! I think Rebecca was about ten, so Rachel would have been nine and Joel five. They had so much fun playing out there. Dad finally mowed them all down with his little tractor, and I secretly hoped they would return the following summer. But they did not, and they never returned after that.

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Author: everybodysdaughter

I'm an adult child of divorce, having been raised in multiple divorce/remarriage situations. I'm writing in order to shed light on the problems of divorce from the perspective of the child. I will also discuss problems with other non-triad family structures, since there is a lot of overlap. People often think that better parenting skills will overcome problems in non-triad arrangements. While I agree that parenting skills are important, they cannot overcome the problems I discuss such as fractured ontology and perpetual liminality. I converted to the Catholic faith in 2012, and will discuss Catholic things from time to time as well.

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