When my husband Erik, and I divorced after more than 19 years of marriage, our marriage was over. Our relationship was not. It took some time for the mutual hurt, anger and grief to wear away, but eventually we found ourselves in a new relationship, one that centered around our kids.
Erik bought a house a mile from the one I did, and we agreed to call our homes, “Mom’s House” and “Dad’s House.” While the kids lived with me the majority of the time, he didn’t want to be a “weekend dad” and I respected that. We talked and texted throughout every week, keeping each other up on what was happening with our kids, now 15 and 11.
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