I was raised by Cleopatra, the Queen of Denial. Now I love this woman dearly and she has a myriad of good qualities. But dealing with reality is not one of them. But then reality is not always easy to deal with, especially when children are involved. There's a very fine balance between not putting your emotions on the children or processing your problems through them (especially if you are a single parent), yet still being honest with them that something is going on. What do I mean by that?