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The road home …

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Its not often we get to ride together in the car.  Well, actually today, its the blazer.  Normally one of us is heading to see the other and flying solo, passing time between phone calls and the Cowboy anyway, likes to watch/listen to a few shows on Netflix.

The road home

But we’ve got the blazer pretty packed up (the Cowboy really misses his big ‘ol truck, we were lamenting that just a few miles back.  It was a sexy truck.  It really was.  But as part of the divorce he gave it up over some relatively humorous and unrealistic financial demands from the ex.  So he sold it.  And, because we’re both trying to be frugal these days and downsize more than upscale, he bought an old blazer he could still shoe out of .. that would be a solid vehicle for he and the kids .. and that he could pay cash for.  We promised we’d start looking at a truck again later this year.)

Tired after a morning run

We’ve got one of the dogs along as well..  Settled in amongst everything in the back seat.

And, a lot of conversations happening in the midst of it all.

One of which, is me…. fussing at the Cowboy for his driving.  He wants me to tell you, “The Cowboy is a great driver.  And I am a terrible back seat driver.”  But he tells me that as he’s drifting off onto the shoulder of any icy Minnesota highway.

Another conversation is…. do we feed the dog the burrito bowl leftovers from our lunch stop.. which is a mix of black beans, rice, chicken and guacamole?  Or will that make for an extremely long, stinky ride the rest of the way to South Dakota?  Sorry.. but you know its true.

Its been a relatively insane, far too busy week.  All good things.  Work stuff.  Mom stuff.  Trying to fit exercise back into my daily routine after being out sick a couple weeks.  We drove through the snow last night to have the most wonderful evening with some of my best friends in this life, from college and now from all over the world.  Truly an honor to be among those around the table at the Capitol Grille in Milwaukee.  I adore my friends.  And I adore the Cowboy so I’m glad they’re all getting more time to know each other.  Plus it’s fun to see him dressed in a suit coat once in awhile.

But the busy days, late nights, work in-between and not to mention.. the awesome company have me thoroughly enjoying the downtime today in the passenger seat.  (Even if he isn’t the best driver that ever lived..)

Riding shotgun...

Especially because the Cowboy and I have a big week ahead … and the road this week will take us to Pierre.

A little bit of chicken fried…

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SO… a few things before I get to chicken fried.

While I have yet to be a little more public about my posts (I’ve not let very many in my own circle know I’m doing this .. for reasons I’ll explain perhaps at a later time…) I’m amazed at the conversations yesterdays post seems to have spawned:  The challenges of shared custody, the rewards, how vindictive and conniving women in particular can be – toward an ex or even other women, how easy it is to file false charges against someone and how often that seems to happen, that police need to take anything like that seriously but when you’ve done nothing how tough a pill that is to swallow, what that means for true victims of abuse, how often men seem to get the short end of the stick when it comes to custody arrangements even if they are a great parent, how often they too do stupid things to get back at a partner and the different ways that looks .. those were just a few of the conversations I ended up in at some point yesterday.  It was kind of crazy.  Especially because there are no real solutions to most of this, just different ways to cope, I’m thinking.  Regardless, there are so many more branches of these topics to be had  .. look forward to having them with you.

I was feeling bad I’ve already faltered on my goal of one post a day.  But I consider this yesterday’s post, well.. because I wrote it yesterday.  But didn’t post it.  Because I got sidetracked by just too many things going on.

I stayed late at work on a special project.

When I got home, the Cowboy had made the most awesome dinner.

I am part of a band and we played a little gig last night after dinner and getting my daughter situated for bed.

As soon as I got home and sat down to finish the very short post included below, one of my dearest girlfriends called .. and needed someone to download with.  Because a married man she trusted and who was a family friend tried very hard to create a window of opportunity with her last night putting her in a terrible position, one she never expected and she was frustrated she didn’t exit it more gracefully.  I’m furious she was put in that position in the first place.  But having been there myself .. along with many of you, I’m just going to assume, its a place that hopefully once we’ve been we understand the warnings signs and learn to leave at the first indication trouble could be lurking if we stay.

Nothing happened thankfully.  But I’m giving him the stink eye the next time our paths cross …. on her behalf.

OK.  Chicken fried.

Heaping portions for the girl

The Cowboy made dinner last night……

I think I may have forgotten, after too many long years of not eating much at home how nice it is to come home to someone who loves you with kids situated, homework done and dinner on the table.  Not just someone … someone(s) very special, which is cool.

Such was even a small part of my day, and night.   And I know I am blessed.

The Cowboy is looking over my shoulder at the moment and says, if you might add … perhaps if you are happily married or in a relationship that is healthy, committed and strong, or even if you need a little work.. but still are in love … hold onto that and appreciate what you have.  Because its a wild, wooly world out there…..

And as I finish wrapping this up.. wouldn’t you know a little Zac Brown comes on the iPod.

Mmmmm.  Chicken fried.

Finding time … and patience.

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At some point, if you stick with me long enough.. you’ll most likely hear something about the challenges my ex and I have had the past seven years or so as we went through our divorce.  And, recovery.

Our marriage was a struggle from the start for many, many reasons let alone the break-up.  It has taken all we have, I believe, to try and do what is best for our daughter and somehow get along.  Or at the very least appear to try.

I’ve wished throughout the past ten years, that I had been better about journaling because so many lessons were learned through both the good times and the bad.  Lessons I would love to reflect on as well as pass along to my daughter.  Perhaps though, the following is why it struck me this past week, to finally get at.  To start writing.  I just felt some big things were coming my way.  I wanted record.  And pretty sure my intuition was right.

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Just this week, the ex and I sat down and for the first time since our divorce and apologized.  For everything.

I’m not going to lie.  It was and is weird.  But I’m trusting its also genuine.  The ex said to me, “I don’t expect after so many years of treating you poorly (word changed there – family show!) that you’ll believe I’ve changed.  I know I need to earn your trust again.  But I’m going to try.”

While I believe I may still be in shock, I am looking forward to seeing how we might all heal and as well, where we go from here.

Getting along..  Successfully co-parenting post divorce, I’m going to just assume, is never easy.  But what I do know for certain, is that some try.  And, try to co-parent far better than others.

Before I go any further with my journal, let me just establish a few important facts:

1.  I know there are two sides to every story.

2.  The last thing I ever want or try to do is run another person down.

3.  This blog/journal, again, is about our day to day and the issues the Cowboy and I face.  But they are issues many of you face as well.  I want your thoughts, actions, solutions or experiences to share.  Because I know I and most of my friends going through these same issues are exhausted and broke spending upwards of $200/hr for therapy or their attorney.

4.  My focus will almost always be on how to improve a situation.  Not just complain about it.

There.  Back to the journal.

The Cowboy wants more time with his kids.  And I think its safe to say, anyone would find it tough to withstand the games a vindictive – for reasons no one seems to be able to understand – games an ex, his ex if we want to get specific, can play.  (Again, I know there are two sides to every story but its though to argue with facts, words in writing and actions.)

The Cowboy will tell you he’s not perfect.  I would agree.  But none of us are.  He lets the kids play in the mud, eat too many sweets, often stay up past bedtime the weekends he has them .. he lets them make mistakes in the hopes they learn from them and takes them for ice cream during the 3 hours he gets to see them each week.  He knows he has a lot to learn about parenting, about himself, about relationships and about life.  But he’s also the most open person I know to the lessons.

Strong hands and a tender heart help place a winter hat on son.

The Cowboy loves his kids.  And he does his best to show them in the ridiculously small amount of time he’s been granted each week – for reasons even the judge can’t explain.

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The Cowboy is a great dad.  And it breaks my heart to know that he or any parent who deserves equal time with their kids, doesn’t get it.  No matter how much my ex and I couldn’t see eye to eye, even we felt equal time with our daughter was a non-negotiable.

So, we pray everyday for grace, for strength to get through this and the wisdom to understand why any of this is happening…

In the meantime, we also are praying for as much time as possible with the kids… and I asked earlier to give me one word to describe what he needed most to get through this.

He said patience.  Patience things will work out.  That the kids will be ok.  That the time with them will come.  And to know God is somehow through this, working on us all.

But hours later and having had some time now to decompress on a very lonely stretch of highway between SD and WI…

The Cowboy called and said, “Faith may be a better word.  I think faith is maybe patience in action.  Faith I believe, is knowing that doing the right thing will prevail.”

Afternoon ride