Next plan.

Plan A was to parent our children as a unit. A family. In one home.

Affair(s).

Separation.

Reconciliation.

Plan A take 2.

Affair.

Divorce.

Plan B was to co-parent with respect, honesty and effectiveness.

Snort.

People rarely talk about how difficult it is to co-parent with the person that hurt you.

How you manage healing from the trauma while continue be exposed to the one who caused it.

How you help your children work through the shift in expectations and disappointments of your children while keeping yours silent.

How you try to rise above the disrespect, duplicity and lack of care. It's two days, every twelve days. They're fine.

But it takes your breath away sometimes. Lots of times.

Also because even though you did all the parenting alone while married, this is a new level of alone. There is no-one else.

You learn that it's less "co" and more parent and the rest is a one-way street.

Plan C is to parent the way you need to to keep your kids safe, happy and healthy.

To speak your truth as loudly as I want. For my own healing and others.

To do so without caring about hurting or respecting the feelings of people who no long care or respect yours.

The song on repeat as of late in my home is, Little Girl Gone by Chinchilla. It's explicit. If swears offend you, well, you probably shouldn't be reading this blog anyway.

Honey, I've changed so much since I last saw you.