Every human being, regardless of their gender, really needs to put more thought into how they would handle joint custody before they rock the bed and make a child.
Madonna and Guy Ritchie both need to put down their monstrous egos and stop point scoring before they do any more damage.
Claiming her 15-year-old son Rocco has been illegally retained by his father, Madge has launched a case at the family division of the High Court under the Hague Convention on the Civil Aspects of International Child Abduction. She’s also launched a case at the Family Court in New York.
Mr Justice MacDonald has been vocal with criticism saying, ‘An amicable negotiated resolution is evidently the way forward and in Rocco’s best interest.’ How can the bitter exes not see this? No child needs to experience their parents at war in court – in two countries.
I have friends who find it effortless to cooperate and play nice with their ex for the sake of their kids.
Pick-ups, drop offs and exchanges of their young creations run smoothly and drama free. They are the lucky ones; for others it is excruciatingly hard no matter how many years pass. Resentment is a stubborn beast, loathing loves to linger and it’s agonisingly difficult to watch their kids disappear into the arms of a partner who has wronged them and trampled on promises.
Unfortunately, those are tears that must fall and resentment that must be silently swallowed because the damage not seeing a parent does to a child can be immense.
My father left when I was three. Deep down I know I was too young to have caused him to bolt but the insecurity that crawled underneath my skin when he walked away will live there forever. Time doesn’t heal all wounds; some wrongs shape your core beliefs about yourself. When my father chose to walk away, he left me with deep-rooted abandonment issues.
He came to visit once when I was five and that’s the last time I ever saw him. I hoped for birthday cards that never came and daydreamed of him knocking on the door to swoop me up in his arms and tell me how much he loved me but at 41, that day has never arrived.
Milestones of life when I wished he’d be proud ticked by unnoticed and each twisted a knife of rejection deeper into my heart. I have always felt un-lovable and all the reassurances, friends and achievements in the world can’t change the fact that the man who created me chose to abandon me.