Dear Dr. Laura,
My mother and stepfather fought continually while I was growing up, and it didn't matter who was there to hear it. I used to secretly hope for their divorce just so I'd have some peace. I can't tell you how many weekend mornings I awoke to the sound of their yelling. I can't tell you how many meals were ruin by crashing dishes, and my parents stomping off leaving my sisters and me staring at each other. I can't tell you how many vacations were ruined with their endless bickering. At a very young age, I promised myself that I would never fight in front of my future children.
I married a wonderful man when I was 35 and we quickly had two boys. I followed through with my promise and never fought or had harsh words in front of them. I have always been at home with my boys, and proud that I had chosen wisely and was treating kindly. On July 12, 2014, while we were out to dinner with friends, my husband had an aortic aneurysm and died suddenly. I had to go home and tell my boys, ages 9 and 11, what had happened to their father. I can tell you, Dr. Laura, I never imagined going through something this difficult in my life. It has been three long, heartbreaking months since he died. As difficult as it is, I am confident that I will continue to be a good mom and provide a happy home for my boys. I have no regrets about my marriage and for that I am thankful. My story is another example of how important it is to choose wisely and treat kindly.
F.
