Divorce Your Kids!

Laurence d’Bourbon-Gaston
4 min readNov 3, 2019

I’VE HAD IT! I quit! This is insanity, and you know that doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a new result is the definition of insanity!

After much thought, contemplation, prayer, and fasting I have come to the conclusion that my relationship with my kids as their mother is now over, kaput. We are now divorced officially.

Unlike getting married these days, when you know that the possibility of divorce is very real, parenthood is expected to last forever, and forever to the benefit of the children, not the parents. This is strange, to say the least. Why would there have to be a relationship that lasts forever to the benefit of the children in a civilized world? For many people, pregnancy and children are an accident. For some people it is literally forced upon them, male and female alike. The prospect of a lifelong drain on your resources should never be taken lightly, yet we all do.

I REBEL!! Laurence, my new name, is calling me into the wild to accomplish great things! You can’t accomplish new great things with the old thinking. I can only do something new with new thinking. I’ve spent a lifetime figuring out how to shortcut and figure out how to work smarter, not harder. In my mind I’ve lived a very successful life. I am doing those things that please me. But, I was still being hindered from flying free because of the motherhood ankle bracelet holding me back. NO LONGER!

My new name as of now is The Grand Princess Laurence Anne Holt d’Bourbon-Gaston. I legally changed my name. I have worked on myself for a long time and this is who I’ve become. I OWN THIS. THIS IS MINE.

I fully declare my independence from the bonds of motherhood. No, I don’t want to be your slave anymore, former children. No, I don’t want to bond with you as a mother anymore. You never appreciated me. You never made me feel special. You weren’t grateful that I wasn’t some evil monster who destroyed your ego and hurt you irreparably physically and spiritually. No, I wasn’t perfect, but I did the absolute best job I could, at something that I had no training in. No, I don’t you to be sad, if you’re feeling that way. I have to move on. I have to part ways emotionally from you. When I get the opportunity it will be physically also. I love you all unconditionally. But I don’t have to like everything about you. I am no longer your mother; I wish all of you well and great success in everything, including love.

Divorcing your children frees everyone from the artificial negative experiences we all go through around the holidays with some of our relations. I don’t expect anything of them, and vice versa. We no longer have to fight about anything; we can even be friends one day, if we choose.

I have new territory to challenge me to explore. I am 57 years old; I have a life to live. No, it may not make sense to you, but that’s ok; it’s not meant to make sense to you. I don’t mean to confuse you. I feel free for the second time in my life. The first time was in childhood, before the reality of life came crashing in. I need to have this period of time before I die to just be me completely. I am now living from my soul as closely as possible.

Am I perfect? In my world I am. I am finally living up to my motto from fifteen years old: I will do what I want to, when I want to, where I want to, and with whom I want to do it with. To those of you reading this I greatly encourage you to join me in this grand adventure of post-parenthood, post-motherhood, post-fatherhood. Parenting ends in the animal kingdom when the offspring are able to take care of themselves. The children are raised in a way that creates independence and resilience to take on life’s challenges and battles, as well as its hopes and glories. Those who can’t cut it die. It’s very cut and dried.

In human society we continue to lengthen the period of time that children are coddled and taken care of for the length of their lives. Wealthy children expect an inheritance, as if they worked for the money and assets. Why is this so? What ever happened to children leaving and going out into the world to fend for themselves? What makes humans so dumb?

In closing, I want to state that divorcing your kids leads to greater sanity. I feel so much better freeing myself of the motherhood baggage! I am going to live life lustily and enjoy myself thoroughly. I am going to HAVE FUN, NO GUILT!! Thank you for reading.

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