The word co-parenting is a lie. In my experience, co-parenting doesn’t always mean two people working together. In our house, for a long time, co-parenting meant one person working alone.
With six kids, I got caught up in the day to day of family life. It’s easy to do. But when I forgot to love my husband, I realized my mistake.
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.