As I handed my ID to the security guard at the entrance to the beer garden, I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the thought of enjoying this kid-free oasis. I was at a vibrant street food festival in downtown Seattle, where an array of food trucks and pop-ups showcased everything from savory Russian dumplings to sweet Hawaiian malasadas. The event was surrounded by artisan craft stalls, and at the center, a lush green lawn hosted umbrella-covered tables, bag toss games, and a stage where a DJ spun upbeat tunes.
A gentle breeze flowed through the area, and the sun shone brightly after the earlier grey clouds had dissipated. This entire joyful experience was set in a hip part of Seattle, bustling with young, stylish professionals working at companies like Amazon, Google, and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. It was precisely the kind of event I would have attended with my husband and kids before our separation.
Children were definitely present, though. I carefully dodged a small child who was throwing a tantrum, clearly fed up after waiting in line for gourmet waffles. His father was trying to soothe him with a calm, practiced tone that one likely reserves for public situations. I drifted past pony-tailed moms with jogging strollers and chose to skip the nearby park filled with young parents juggling food and their toddlers on the playground.
In truth, I was grateful to be there without kids. Dressed in a lovely, delicate outfit, I felt pretty as I leisurely examined the menus and browsed through screen-printed t-shirts, free from demands that often interrupted my enjoyment. I shared with my friends how much more delightful the event was without children. Having taken my fair share of trips to street festivals with kids, I couldn’t help but think of my own children, who were away with their father at a beach house in Oregon—an unfamiliar place to me.
Recently, we had shifted to a 50/50 custody arrangement designed for high-conflict families, minimizing parental interactions to shield the children from ongoing tensions. This plan was imposed by a judge after four days of scrutinizing our 8-and-a-half-year marriage. Under this new arrangement, there are weeks where I don’t see my kids for five whole days. During these stretches, communication is scarce; I often have to fight for the chance to speak with them, usually managing only one brief call.
For those five days, I find myself on my own—free to explore the city, indulge in romantic outings, attend yoga classes, dine at trendy eateries, lounge in pajamas all day, sleep until noon, or take spontaneous weekend trips. While this freedom is sweet, it also comes with a bitter edge.
This isn’t the life I envisioned. I had always dreamed of a husband, a marriage, and a complete family. I meticulously planned for that future until the moment I had to make the difficult choice to abandon that dream. I don’t regret my decision; the events of the last year and a half have validated my choice. Staying in that relationship would have left me as a shell of myself, going through motions without feeling.
I’ve had to accept that I won’t see my children every day or be part of their most significant memories. I’ve had to relinquish the joy of sharing their achievements with the only other person who can truly understand my love for them. Instead, I have found solace in the tranquility of an urban beer garden and the peacefulness of lazy Sunday mornings, as I hold onto the hope of finding love again. I’ve let go of the life I once planned, and in exchange, I have found a life worth living—because I cannot contribute to the world when I feel submerged.
Yet, it still stings to witness families, like a dad carrying his son on his shoulders while his partner spoon-feeds him gnocchi, or a mom tenderly stroking her baby’s hair as her husband pushes a sleeping toddler in a stroller. These moments ache, but my only option is to embrace gratitude as I enter the kid-free sanctuary of the beer garden, savoring the chance to enjoy my meal in peace. This is my consolation prize, my new normal, and I refuse to dismiss it without acknowledgment or appreciation.
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In summary, navigating life post-divorce brings unexpected freedoms and challenges. Balancing the joy of independence with the pain of separation from my children is a constant struggle. While I have embraced my new reality, I also hold onto the memories of the life I once envisioned.