Let’s get one thing straight: I am not an expert. I don’t have a PhD in Parenting Through Divorce, nor do I secretly moonlight as a family therapist. I’m just a mom who some how managed to turn “ex-wife” into “better friend” without throwing any dishes in the process.
People kept telling me, “You should write a blog!” And my first thought was, “Why? So the internet can judge my snack choices and bedtime routines?” But here we are. Because while I may not be a professional, I do have something worth sharing: co-parenting doesn’t have to feel like a cage match. In fact, it can be… dare I say… wonderful.
My kids are thriving, my ex and I are friendlier than we ever were when married, and nobody’s hiding in the bathroom crying over custody schedules. That’s a win in my book.
Here’s the headline: divorce doesn’t have to make you enemies.
My Story (a.k.a. How We Didn’t Implode)
I’m a mom of two, one teenager (pray for me) and one elementary schooler (still thinks I’m cool). When we divorced, it was my decision. Not mutual. Not “we grew apart.” Nope. I pulled the plug, and my ex had every right to be angry. That first year? Rough. Think resentment, grief, and enough emotions to fuel a soap opera.
But even in the middle of all that, we agreed on one thing: our kids come first.
And then, plot twist: we separated in March 2020. Yes, the same week the world shut down. While everyone else was panic-buying toilet paper, I was panic-buying emotional resilience. But the silver lining? I got extra time with my kids to help them adjust. By July, I moved out after saving up, while my ex stayed in the marital home. The kids had stability, and I had a fresh start (plus a new appreciation for IKEA furniture assembly).
Here’s the kicker: we moved forward with respect.
My ex literally helped me pack, move, and set up my new place. We did it in front of the kids to show them that even though we weren’t together, we were still a team. And honestly, that mattered more than any custody agreement.
What Coparenting Should Be About
If this blog helps even one family realize that coparenting isn’t about anger, money, or who gets the “good” weekends, then mission accomplished.
It’s about the kids. Always.
Every time you trash-talk your ex, you’re basically trash-talking your child. Because that parent is part of them. Like it or not, your ex gave you the most beautiful gift in the world: your kids. Even if you can’t stand the sight of them, you’ve got to respect that.
Final Thoughts (Cue the Mic Drop)
I don’t know if this blog will ever be big, viral, or even read by more than three people. And honestly? I don’t care. My goal is simple: share what worked for us and maybe help someone else avoid turning coparenting into a WWE smackdown.
So until next time—stay kind, stay focused on your kids, and remember: co-parenting can actually work. And if you’re lucky, you might even get a glow-up friendship out of it.
Two Homes One Heart 