When my ex and I decided to go our separate ways, we both agreed that we could co parent and share the time with the boys. We got one lawyer to draft up the divorce decree, and custody agreement. At the time, I was very young, depressed, and scared. I had been suffering from post pardom deoression, and the only thing that I knew for sure, is that I needed out. I thought sharing custody of the boys would be the best for the kids, and didn't really think beyond that. 

I would hear from family, friends, my kid's teachers and coaches, pretty much everyone, "Oh, you guys are doing such a good job with co-parenting your kids. You should be very proud!" And up until a year or two again, I believed it. I believed that co-parenting with my ex, would be the best for our children, and I thought we were killing it!  I made sacrifices in my life, trying to get everything right for my kids. Hindsight; I revolved my work, my social life, and everything else around my ex husband's wants and needs; "to keep the peace." My work schedule was even around my ex's schedule. I thought this was the right thing to do.