The Education No One Enrols Them In
You packed a bag on Sunday nights. Maybe it was a small blue duffel, maybe a school bag repurposed, maybe you learned to leave certain things at each house so you'd never have to carry everything. The logistics of a divided childhood are mundane and relentless. But inside that mundaneness, something was happening that no one named for you at the time.Children raised between separated parents are, from very young ages, students of a particular subject: how love continues under conditions that would seem to end it. They watch two adults who could not sustain a marriage still show up, still pack the duffel, still call to say goodnight from the other house. The lesson is not that love conquers all. The lesson is quieter and more durable than that. Love, they learn, is a practice that survives the collapse of its original container.
