This isn't my first rodeo, and by rodeo I mean divorce. I wish I could say I was like my Grandparents and I was still married to the same man, but we just got divorced and took breaks when we were pissed off at one another. But, no. I've been married and divorced before. What's different this time is we have children. What is the same is that both men bought me a dog a few months before asking for a divorce.
Days before Thanksgiving my husband came to me and asked for a divorce. I was in shock, I cried, I begged, I cried some more and I begged some more for him to stay. For us to go to counseling, for us to work it out. I had no idea anything was that wrong in our marriage. We knew things needed to change, we had even talked about learning to be a couple again because we had forgotten how to communicate. We had spent so many years just focusing on being good parents we neglected one another. I knew that much, I knew that we didn't handle our conflicts well and I thought we were working that out. But, he was done. There was nothing I could do. This 10-year relationship I had with the father of my beautiful children was over.