A false alarm reminded me that this was just one of the uncharted and scary territories I was entering now that I was alone in the house without a partner.
My panic attacks returned when I was separating from my ex. My advice? Don’t try to get rid of the panic. Learn to live with it.
Mid-divorce or post-divorce life with your ex doesn’t have to be ugly. This May, as I married my husband, my ex was had a front row seat.
I was chatting with a friend about the differences in the way we coparent with our exes. “You and your ex have it easy. I wish we could.”
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.