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Judy's House

Judy

Hello Everybody, and Welcome to Judy's House.

last week during dinner my daughter declared that she was ashamed to be part of our family.  Although I could come up with a plethora of reasons as to why she might feel this way, I thought it best to simply ask her.  "I'm the ONLY kid in my class who's not from a broken home," she whimpered.  "All the other kids get to celebrate their birthday twice, they've got two bedrooms and two homes to choose from.  I only get one birthday, one present, and I have to share my one bedroom with my brother.  It's not fair!"

My husband and I sat in stunned silence.   A minute or so passed.  I looked at my husband and said,  "Whaddya think?" and he replied, "Ah, heck.  Why not?" and we looked at our daughter and solemnly said, "OK sweetie.   If that's what you want, we'll do it.  Let's get a divorce."

Our daughter's eyes practically popped out of her head.  "Huh?  Just like that?"   Her dad smiled.  "Yep!  Whatever my little girl wants, she gets!"

I pulled out a notepad and pen.  "Let's get crackin'.  If we're gettin' a divorce, we've gotta budget for it."  We explained that we'd have to put aside funds for an additional home, a second set of furniture for each room, along with linens, towels, kitchen appliances; The works.  "Let's not forget transportation costs.  Gas isn't cheap these days, you know."  We went on to explain to our daughter that we would need to use more gas in order to drive her back and forth between the two homes.

An hour or so later, we came up with our "Broken Family Budget".   I took a look at my spouse.  We both gave a heavy sigh and looked at our little girl.  "Due to all these new expenses, it looks like we won't be able to get you even one present for your birthday, and you won't be seeing new toys or clothes for the next few years," we said.  My husband inquired about the existing child labor laws, wondering how many hours children could work after school, saying that the extra income would come in handy.  I said I'd check into it and get back to him.

All color had seemed to drain from our daughter's face.   "Is it too late to change our plans?" she said meekly.

Last night was our daughter's birthday.  She had one cake, one present, and in her one house celebrated her special day with her one slightly bruised but not broken family.

All the best to all of you,

Judy



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