Here goes nothin’
Ever since Moxie’s and my divorce became public, I’ve been gobsmacked by the support I’ve received from readers all over the hither and yon. I’ve also been asked (and abysmally unprepared for) myriad questions about what the process was like, how I survived it, and how I cope with this new, transformative reality.
I got a lot of great advice about divorce and co-parenting when my marriage fell apart, and I appreciate the chance to pay it forward. But whenever I do, I am compelled to say that this is only my experience, and I don’t want to put words in my ex-wife’s mouth when she isn’t around to weigh in on her own. This blog, then, strikes me as a way for both of us to write about our processes and involve the other in the conversation.
I was skeptical about the blog idea at first, mostly because the divorce has made me hypersensitive to privacy—especially for my kids. But I guess I warmed up to it because I want to express how grateful I am that Moxie and I have somehow sidestepped, for the most part, the visceral anger and resentment that plagues so many divorced families.
This could be a stupid idea, because I haven’t seen many co-blogs co-written by divorced co-parents, and there may be a really good reason why. But it might also be a stupendous idea. And I think I want to find out which.
This blog couldn’t have happened six months ago. Or even six weeks ago. The fact that it can now is living, breathing proof that although co-parenting after divorce is one of the most vivid colors in the Spectrum of Suck, it’s possible—aided by time, effort, and dumb luck—for it to suck less.