I was tucking my youngest son into bed last night, because his dad didn’t want to (as usual) because he doesn’t like the dogs (they sleep with my son). In that moment I realized it doesn’t matter who tucks him in. He isn’t going to remember or care. My older kids don’t. There dad was gone the majority of their childhood and they don’t love him any less or love me any more.
I am going to Peru. No matter what happens it will be better than what is happening here and now.