Dating a divorced dad with children
When the relationship was brand-spankin' new, a lot of close friends lamented renditions of, "I could never DATE A PARENT." They echoed sentiments of kids being deal breakers. Everyone has a past and brings baggage into a relationship. Although, of course, I find my partner's child a deeply charming, fun, hilarious little human who doesn't qualify as "baggage." You know what I mean.A man willing and thrilled to take on the dad role shows commitment.
This kind of amazing camaraderie made me really look at past relationships I'd previously kept duct-taped in a box and tossed the way-back part of the closet.I'd like to say this exercise made me resurrect toxic romantic relationships as healthy friendships, but that hasn't quite happened yet (and with some specific ones, I honestly can't see that ever happening).More than anything, I think it's helped me recognize the hard fact that all humans have faults and, in general, good intentions. (Though to be fair, I can't take credit for the calendar.He has developed a wisdom to help him identify the difference between the two, and if you haven't already done the same, hanging with him long enough will be educational.I've never considered my income sizable until I started thinking of the glaring fact that I don't have to split it with anyone.A few years ago, I started cracking jokes regularly about hot dads.
Then when I met a charming, handsome dude with good taste in music and tacos at a secret Santa vinyl swap party last winter, I started dating one.
It shows a patient man who gives a damn and has a loving heart. However, yeah...dating one of these men summons some unique situations sometimes.
I already knew I was dating a sociable, nice guy, and my dad is the same way, but I don't know how I failed to predict this easy bond. I recently unearthed a red T-shirt that was definitely not mine in a batch of clean laundry I did at bae's house.
That's all his superstar ex's handiwork and maturity.)I actually muted #dadbod from Twitter and had to fake a million smiles for people trying to relate to me by bringing the meme up IRL.
Also very tired of the dad joke thing (which is real, sure, but still not a phenom I care to discuss for the 999th time).
This can be a difficult quality to find in this world of overgrown Peter Pans on the hunt for their own Mother figure—a person to handle all the less savory household duties, remind them to go to the doctor, praise them constantly, hinge their daily or long-term plans on what Pan wants or says he needs.