I currently work in an office filled with men. It’s a sales environment so you can guess the type of men I work with. Now this isn’t to say that they are horrible or nasty men, far from it, but it does come with some stereotypical work colleagues. Some of them are young but full of banter while the team I work with a similar age to myself. Two of these men are divorced and have a child of their own, which got me thinking. I struggle to leave for work in the morning, especially when I see my little super hero smiling and giggling at me. It beaks my heart to step out that door and leave her for most of the day. I have sacrificed going to the gym in the evenings now (head off before work instead) so that I can come home, eat dinner/feed the little one, bath her and join my other half in the spare room while she feeds her, waiting for my call to pick her up and place in her enclosure, sorry cot.
This is painful enough for me, someone who knows that they are coming home to the little one at the end of the day, but it must be worse for my colleagues. They both love their children, as much as I love my own, but due to a relationship not working out they now only get to see their children at certain periods. If you get a good ex-wife then this can be less of an issue as if you get a bad ex-wife, but the fact still remains the same, you have to give you child back after a certain period of time. This must hurt a lot, to have you child for a few days to know that once you’ve dropped them off that you won’t see them again for a few days or weeks. Like I said these guys are nice guys and love their children as much as I love mine but I can only imagine how they feel.
I wrote a blog before about working to live or live to work, and when I see my little ones face in the morning and when I get home, its a 100% work to live. As we all do we wish we could earn more and work less, but unfortunately it doesn’t work like that. We work long hours to pay the bills for a house we don’t spend much time in. The world is a messed up place but for me at least, I get to come home to my daughter each and everyday.