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.
We shared the kids 50/50, and the schedule revolved around their dad's work schedule. I was blessed enough to find a job that allowed me to have this flexible schedule, and where I still am today!
The first couple years after the divorce were rough. I felt all of the hate and bitterness from my Ex. I did my best to avoid conversating with him and having as little contact as possible. He married shortly after our divorce, I bet, less than a year from our divorce. The kids seemed to like her, so I did my best to just put my feelings aside and accept her.
When my ex was diagnosed with stage 4 heart failure, I decided it was time to forget all of the past, and get along, and do this parenting thing together as a team.
I tried my best to make sure My ex and his new wife were kept in the loop with everything for the kids. I would, and still do, send pictures of the boys to the other parents whenever they couldn't make it to an event. Ot6 always seemed that I was the one to fill in the lines when the other parents failed. And I did it, and never questioned them, belittled them, or talked smack about them. I felt blessed to be there for my kids. Sports seemed to pull us all together, and has become one of our favorite times of the year.
Everybody always complimented our conparentomg efforts, and at the time, I thought it was all gravy. It was not until the kids got older, and I got wiser, that I realized I was the one doing all of the sacrificing, and they were just taking advantage of my kindness.
After about a year of my kids deciding to live full time with their father and step-mother; it all started to make sense. What happens in the dark ALWAYS comes to the light.
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