Coming Clean

My thoughts have been somewhat fragmented lately, bouncing about like a small boat in a big ocean. Paragraphs seem daunting. Here's what's up.

...Eduardo and I are divorcing.

...It is the harder better road.

...We are both sad but I think somewhat relieved.

...We both love Johan more than anything and have been working very hard to rise above our own messiness to make things good for him.

...We believe that Johan will be better off with two happy parents living separately than two unhappy parents living together.

...I will continue to live in my house.

...Johan will see both Eduardo and I every week. He will go to his same school. He has dinosaurs at both of his homes.

...Even though I know Johan will be fine, I also know all too well how these decisions will affect and define him for the rest of his life. I hope these experiences will equip him to be strong and resilient. I hope it will make him a person who knows that a family is any group of people who hold each other up. I hope that he will know the courage to make changes when he needs to, knowing that he is surrounded by people who will hold him up when things are rough. I hope he will be a person who can bend and sway. I hope he will be a person who can adapt to a multitude of situations and thrive in it.

...I never thought this would be my life.

...I sort of always knew this would be my life.

...I am humbled and moved by the outpouring of support and love that I have felt from my family, my closest friends, my law partners, and even my staff.

...I am not angry anymore. My soul is a little bruised and battered from the storm, but I am not angry anymore.