“I don’t want to leave you daddy.”

My children divide their time between their mother and I, 50/50. Every Monday, they go to the other parent’s house.

Last Monday, I dropped the boys off at their mother’s house and we hugged and I said “see you next week.” As they walked off, I watched them as I slowly headed back to the door of my car.

Then I heard it. The fast paced sound of footsteps heading towards me and their grandmother saying “Hey, where are you going?”

I turned and saw my youngest son, running as fast as he could with tears streaming down his cheeks. I knelt down and he crashed into me, wrapping his arms around my neck saying “I don’t want to leave you daddy.”

Then I saw his older brother coming ever so slowly, shuffling his feet and again their grandmother saying “Where are you guys going?” and with his head down, he said “Saying bye to dad.”

Still kneeling down, he walked up beside me and put one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder and said “I wish we could stay with you dad.”

I reassured them that it’s only a week and they’ll have a great time with their mom and they’ll be back at my house in no time. They said “ok” knowing full well exactly what it’ll feel like since we’ve been going through this routine every second week for almost 3 years now.

Walking back up the driveway to the house, with their heads down and big brother’s hand on his little brother’s shoulder, I just stood there… watching them.

Every second Monday my heart breaks.
Every second Monday is the worst day ever.

And it just keeps repeating over and over again.

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