I'm probably being over sensitive but lately I've been thinking a lot about my son and my divorce from his mom. The silly part is it's been over 10 yrs ago he's 18 a freshman in college gets great grades loves both his parents and says he doesn't really remember much from then. The thing is I remember. I was always around for him, got him every Wed and every other weekend, we did lots of stuff and we're still two peas in a pod. For some reason though I keep thinking about that poor little boy wondering what happened, why his daddy wasn't around anymore, he was a daddy's boy and it had to be so hard on him. It's crazy but why now, why is this happening, it makes me tear up just thinking about it.