“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation” ― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
Our trip to Iceland started out in the worst sort of way. There was a lot of drama around my separation with my Ex-girlfriend. She was supposed to go to Iceland with Orion and I, but the plane ticket I bought for her ended up going to waste. I talked to Orion’s mom about all the trouble with my Ex-girlfriend and she still trusted me enough to go with Orion to Iceland. To call her a saint would be an understatement. I feel so blessed to have so many people who love me and trust me more than I trust myself at times.
We drove to JFK and I knew things were going to be rough when Orion threw up in the parking lot. He threw up 3 more times on the plane, the woman sitting next to us in my Ex’s seat was very pleasant about the whole thing. I couldn’t help wishing that she was with us, her backing out on the Iceland trip was really hard on me. I knew that I would have to find a way to deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise it would do nothing but interfere with Orion and I having a good time together. There was serious rifts that had come between Orion and I between his struggles in public school. No matter what came I knew I had to be focused and present for him throughout the entire trip, whatever sacrifices that meant that I would have to make for myself.
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