But things like finding a place to live and paying for it all by myself, taking care of almost all the day-to-day parenting of two small children, and trying to find a job when I'd been out of the workforce since college terrified me.
So if my Father's Day post touched a nerve with you, this post is for you.
Raised by a strong and resourceful single mother, I turned out OK.
Sure, I had some unusually angry outbursts as a child (like the time I threw my lunchbox across the dining hall at camp for no good reason) and had to endure my share of therapy for that anger.
Then one day, my best friend and co-parent was gone from my life. Okay, that was an exaggeration -- but it's how it felt at the time, and it prompted me into action.
Though I had always paid lip service to the "It takes a village" idea, it turned out that, while there might have been some "village" people out there, we had been too wrapped up in our own lives to get to know them. I was driving through a bad snowstorm with my little boys. I decided to check in every night with another single mom.
In other words, most children of divorce do not end up depressed, drugged out, or delinquent.