When Your Divorced Parents Love Each Other

The only photo I have of my parents together before the divorce. My second birthday with my dad's parents.
The only photo I have of my parents together before the divorce. My second birthday with my dad’s parents.

My mom and dad haven’t been married since I was two years old.

Throughout my childhood, they had very little contact. Once custody was settled they passed me back and forth with a minimum of drama or friction.

I was fortunate that they had a very civilized divorce, but I have absolutely no recollection of them as a couple and they are polar opposites, which always made me feel like I came from Jupiter and Mars.

  • My dad is two inches shorter than my mom (even though his driver’s license says he’s 5′ 9″).
  • My mother is warm and wears her heart on her sleeve.
  • My dad is practical and sentimentality gives him the Big Ick.
  • My mom likes to take the road less traveled.
  • My dad prefers stability and security.
How the heck did these two people fall in love?

“Well, your father was very handsome and had such a lovely singing voice in college,” my mom once told me.

What? My dad doesn’t sing.

“Oh yes he does, he serenaded me.”

Could my dad have a long-lost cantadore twin?

“When I saw your mom on campus at Fresno State, she looked like a model. She just had this long-legged way of loping across the quad,” my dad said, in one of his rare sentimental moments.

Hmmm. Beginning to get it.

Since my marriage to Henry and the birth of our children, there have been more and more reasons to invite both of my parents to shared events; birthdays, ballgames, holidays.

Just from time to time. And over the last ten to twelve years their relationship has evolved in a way I could’ve never predicted.

When my stepdad died two years ago this coming September, my dad called my mom, quite apart from me, and told her if she needed anything to let him know.

Then he told her he loved her.

My mom related this to me. Then said she loved him and my stepmom (aka Second Mom), too.

My eyes are welling with tears as I write this. The three most influential people, who have shaped the person I am today, love each other.

I didn’t think it mattered to me one way or the other. But apparently it does. Who knew?

The other day I got a phone call from my mom telling me she, my dad and my second mom were meeting at my house to exchange items which I’m not at liberty to name (the crown jewels .. shhh).

They just wanted to make sure I’d be home to let them in.

So that night, my girls, husband and I sat with my parents as my dad and mom began to reminisce about their three-month, living-on-five-dollars-a-day-in-Europe honeymoon circa 1964.

My dad is known for his embellishments.

He remembers almost getting thrown in prison in communist Germany and having to take the seats literally out of their rented Fiat so the Germans could inspect the vehicle.

My mother only remembers how attractive the guards were.

My dad recalls dining and ditching when he felt ripped off in an Italian eatery then being picked up by a taxi driven by the brother of the restaurant owner. Apparently they ditched the taxi too.

My mom remembers how delicious the coniglio in salsa was.

Dad also recalls sleeping in the public bathroom at campground, blocking the door with his body. Perhaps they were over their five-dollar-a-day limit? My dad’s very frugal.

My mother only remembers how cute the camp police were. Men and food are her two weaknesses. (I come by it honestly)

Sitting at a table listening to my parent’s talk about these escapades — while my stepmom laughed along — and the good things they each remember, made me feel like I am something more than a beloved mistake.

They had a history and a story that had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with me becoming.

I love my parents. The three I have remaining and my stepdad Guido who is gone, but has left his mark on me too.

Despite all of my poor-me-child-of-divorce-violin-in-A-minor sonatas, I had great parents.

I have great parents. And I’m grateful, grateful, grateful that my divorced parents love each other. Thanks mom and dad. xo

All of my parents at my wedding. From l-r my mom, my stepdad Guido, my stepmom Gini and my dad. Happy to see their late-bloomer happy. xo
All of my parents at my wedding. From l-r my mom, my stepdad Guido, my second mom, Gini, and my dad. Happy to see their late-bloomer finally getting hitched. xo

11 thoughts on “When Your Divorced Parents Love Each Other”

  1. I love this! What a sweet, touching evening with your family! I unfortunately do not have any contact at all with my ex-husband, but I am very close with the last man I was in a relationship with (we have a daughter together) before I married my current husband. I love him dearly and will be so ecstatic for him once he finally finds “the one” and settles down. How blessed you are to have such a loving family!

    1. I think children are the ties that bind. I doubt my parents would still be in touch if it weren’t for me. It’s nice when things come back around with time.

  2. My weakness is stories about families living happily ever after. And this is a beautiful one.

  3. Well, my dear Shannon, you did it to me again! Wiping tears from my already puffy, allergy-ridden eyes! Now, I know where your beauty comes from: your mother is gorgeous (what joy in her face), and your dad, beyond handsome. Hold then close to you for as long as you can. I miss my beautiful mother and handsome father every day.

  4. And don’t you think you’re the center, and quite likely the cause, of all that love? Great story. I bet a lot of folks (and families) can draw comparisons. Thank you for reminding us that just because a marriage ends, doesn’t mean ALL the love dies with it. Families can be the bomb diggity no? 🙂

  5. What a great story! You are so fortunate. My divorced parents couldn’t stand each other. And my sister and I never thought of any of their other spouses as ‘parents’. They were just our parents new husbands and wives. What a mess. Not you- mine. Hahaaaa

    1. Hello Cheryl — the early years certainly weren’t wine and roses, but things came around to be quite good very unexpectedly. I was lucky.

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