Something happened not too long ago - the day that my daughter asked me the most painful thing. “I want Dada..” which I said, “Well he isn’t here now but we will see him very soon bubba, just a few more days”…she cried harder and then she said what broke my heart. “WHY CAN’T DADA STAY HERE IN MAMA’S HOUSE OR MAMA STAY IN DADA’S HOUSE SO KIARA CAN HAVE BOTH MAMA & DADA?” ( Kiara, Age 3, September'14) It wasnt easy to handle that question at all. I held back tears and just hugged her while she sobbed harder. It's never quite easy, to see your child in so much pain, and know not how to ease it. It's hard to come to terms that it was the fault of her parents that she has to live with it. As a friend once told me, " Our children should not pay for our screw-ups but they do...but we must strive to give them better ." Dating hasn't been a walk in the park for me. At the back of my mind, I'm constantly terrified that it may not work out