Photo borrowed from here.Quite often, the road not taken is the "High Road." You know, the one that preserves your dignity and stuff like that? Not to be confused with one's High Horse, which this Mama often finds her ample self perched upon, the High Road is the ultimate route.
Back before my babies were in kindergarten, their father and I were struggling with the painful task of dividing our little family. It was an unhappy time for all of us, and there were many days that I honestly thought one of us would not live to see the sunset. It was in times like those that I relied on my good friends and my own good sense. And I always found the high road...somehow.
I don't know if this is news anywhere except in our general region, but Christie Brinkley is about to go to trial in her latest divorce. And she has "won" the decision to have it all bared to the public. A few years ago, it seems, her husband had an affair with a teenaged assistant working at his architectural firm. Christie filed for divorce. I would have, too. Now comes the trial. At some point in the past, Christie thought enough of this man to marry him, have a child with him, and allow him to adopt another child she had from a previous relationship. Those children are now in school somewhere in New York (Long Island). And, basically, their mother wants to drag their father through the New York (and other) Tabloids.
Is Christie a woman scorned? Probably. Should she be angry? Probably. Is this exercise going to help her? Nope.
There's a lot of stuff I don't know, but I do know one thing for sure: My kids come first. I am a far cry from an expert on children, but I can tell you that, back during my divorce, when I found my high road, all the crap stopped. Stuff is just stuff. Souls are paramount. And so is dignity. For everyone.
And their father and I couldn't be happier with the outcome.