My deal was a bit different as I was "out the door" before the last kid left
Anyway, it was unexpectedly hard on me not having my kids around.
After my first divorce I was living in Michigan and one morning I was
watching the little kids get on their school bus, with tears as big as golf balls rolling down my cheeks. Missed my kids that badly. Soooooooooo
I moved back to Illinois to be closer. That was 1998. Now, I hardly
see them in person, although in their defense none of them live that near
any more. Irony?