
This is Rachael with Lexie & Logan Nall. Two of the sweetest, most well behaved kids I know (of course including my girls, nieces & nephews as well). When their father, Kelly, ended our 3 1/2 year relationship in the very beginning of this summer, I was hurt (it was the first time that anyone has ever broken up with me) and somewhat, but not terribly surprised. What did devastate & surprise me was his admission that he had cheated on me with his current friend Kat, an old classmate from Ball State University. Apparently they'd made an emotional & physical connection before Kelly broke up with me. She was in the process of getting divorced and told Kelly that she had been in love with him since their 1 year together in college over 23 years ago. I am kind of blown away by the idea of that kind of love - very powerful.
As for Kelly & I...well, about a year ago, he suggested moving in together, engagement, all that jazz. I think it might have been then that I panicked and started back-peddling. I'd been drifting away and emotionally disconnecting for almost a full year. He was lonely & sad, I felt guilty & sad. Up until that last month he had been asking me to make more time for him...and I couldn't - I don't know why. He is a funny, brilliant, self-taught, sweet man who is very social & fun-loving. I had enjoyed my time with him, he was a good companion. For a while, he was my best friend as well as my boyfriend. And I did love him...I did. I just think that we both had our hang-ups & expectations and neither one of us lived up to each others'. If there are different levels of love, then maybe we didn't love each other enough. Or maybe we did but it's true what they say, sometimes love just isn't enough. Who really knows?
During the course of the summer he told me over and over that he needed me in his life, that I was very important to him, he didn't want to lose my friendship and that he would love me always. Now being the creature of habit that I was, all I wanted to do all summer was get back into his arms - back to my comfort zone. And it happened. But it changed nothing except to make me realize that I really didn't want to be the bad, bad ex-girlfriend. So I ended the "friendship" that we tried to maintain over the summer. It was too hard and I had finally started going through this angry stage for a bit. But anger doesn't fit me well, I could never hang on to it and why would I even want to? In the end, I realized I had gotten over him quicker than expected just by ending our communication. These days when I think about him, I think about Kat too. They look very similar to me, like they belong together, it's something about them. I never could see that in my pictures with Kelly. Maybe it's all about perception...

The tragic part of this for me is the loss of the children. This has been my first relationship with someone who had children of their own. I grew to love them as they loved me. I didn't want to lose them, but I had to do the right thing. Rachael & I both suffered in this together. Lexie (11) was one of her best friends. They were 2 peas in a pod, the same age, the same ideals, the same attitude, the same propensity for getting into mischief. Logan (8) will become another Renaissance Man, brilliant, artistic, inquisitive, sensitive and well-mannered (as both children are). He is so much like his father. We had spent as much time with them as we could this summer before school started. They were like sunshine, but being around them was bittersweet...both soothing & a bit painful as well. I still miss them. We both do. I hope that one day in the future when things settle down we'll be able to see them on occasion. Until then, children are highly resilient and life goes on...