I Broke Your Heart Today.

Nobody ever actively sets out to hurt their child. Sure, things may happen while raising a kid that will hurt them, but nine times out of ten those thing are beyond your control. Crime, accidents, bumps and bruises. These are all things that – try as we may – we cant always prevent.

Today, I knowingly and actively went against every single good piece of parenting and broke my sons heart. Knowing full well what I was doing. And I’m feeling like a pretty un-spectacular human being because of it.

I’ve always been the first to tell you all that marriage is hard – having a kid is nothing compared to the daily work a relationship entails, and anyone who tells you it’s easy, is bullshitting you. It’s fucking hard.

Barry and I got into a fight. It started yesterday over something so silly and innocuous, but on day two had grown into such a large festering ball of anger, resentment and trudged-up-he-said-she-saids from 2011 that it finally imploded at 6 am this morning in a very ugly screaming match. I did and said things I wasn’t proud of (I’m hoping he feels the same) and short of airing all our dirty laundry, it escalated so badly that my poor little two-year-old who was sitting on the bed during the incident burst into tears and sobbingly cried and begged us to stop.

It broke me. And today I am a complete wreck, because I took away a little bit of innocence from my perfect, pure boy and showed just how ugly and mean humans can be. Worst of all, I brought him into a situation that he didn’t deserve to be in and I showed him his mommy and daddy acting like idiots.

I like to think that we removed him from the situation quite quickly, sorted our shit out (like we should have done in the first half an hour of the stupid fight) and that he will never ever remember this, but I do believe that I’ve done some damage to his sweet little soul. The way he sat on my lap hugging and kissing me afterwards hurt me inside until I felt bruised.

Growing up I barely remember my parents fighting. The only time I can recall is on an overseas holiday when I was about 12, and I vaguely recall my mother storming out the hotel room and my dad chasing her down the street. Does it make it easier or worse that we were seldom exposed to it – that I remember that one specific event? Is it normal for our kids to witness such ugliness, and if so, is it wrong?

All I know os that I cant wait to go home his evening and see my little dude, feel his little hands monkey themselves around my neck and to make sure he’s OK. I also want to tell him how very sorry I am for making him the adult in the situation, and for forcing him to watch a screaming match (that may or may not have involved a cup of coffee being hurled across the room).

We do the best we can, but yoh, sometimes the guilt just eats away at us.

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6 Comments

  1. This is the saddest post I’ve ever read. Not easy for you to write and even more difficult for you knowing how our little boy felt so betrayed. It is normal however to fight so next time make sure he’s not anywhere near.

    1. Kate, well written and heartfelt. Been there. Go home and give your beautiful child a long hug. I can only hope that they forget this.
      I remember loosing my shit and Ryan witnessed it, seeing the tears roll down his face broke me. I stopped immediately, apologized and held him tight, and pray I don’t ever do that again.

  2. So sorry Kate. My parents used to fight terribly loudly in front of us – the reasoning (no matter how dumb) was because my dad’s parents used to fight behind closed doors so the kids only ever heard angry mumbles. We never established which was better, they both sucked. Don’t beat yourself – adults fight- there is no right or wrong.

  3. I am so sorry friend – we all have these moments but I can assure you that this one time won’t damage him permanently and he won’t remember this (as most two year old memories fade) but I know the feeling, and it doesn’t make it any easier! Sending you big hugs x

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