Last I got another reminder of how well my transition from "straight" family man to divorced gay family man.
I was not able to see T last night so I hung out at K's house. AJ and his daughter were both out so it was just me and K and our kids. The little kids wanted to play a board game. It took a little coaxing but we talked my teenage sons to play too. We were 15 minutes into the game and it occurred to me that this was the first time in a long time that the 6 of us have done anything together as a family.
The game lasted about an hour and we had a really good time. It was almost like it was before. I did find myself thinking about T. I wished he was there with us. It is clear to the kids that AJ is part of the family, but they don't feel that way about T.
Don't misunderstand. My kids like T a lot. They ask about him and ask when he will visit us again. But when I mentioned that he might come with us on a family vacation, my oldest son look puzzled, "He is?"
That conversation happened a couple of weeks ago, but it cemented that even though I think of T as part of my family, the rest of my family does not. At least not yet.
I suspect as long as T and I live apart, they will feel that way. It makes me a little sad.
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