4 weeks of worry

My children left today to go visit their father for 4 weeks. And while I realize how important it is for them to visit that doesn’t make it any harder. It would be very hard to send them to visit someone I like and trust, but to visit him. It’s hard. Very hard. It’s trusting my most precious possessions to the one person in the world who was the most dangerous person in my life. That sounds dramatic, but drama aside it’s true. There is nothing to be done. That’s their father and it’s his right and until he does something foolish enough to have it taken away. I can only hope that never happens despite my dislike for these times away from my babies.