Dirty Work

Since I started this website, plenty of people have been pissed at me for it, but none of them ever called me a liar.

When I first told this story, everything was still pretty fresh, including the emotions. Despite that, we still tried to keep the peace and leave room for conversation, so I measured my words.

A lot.

And it was still called unnecessary and disrespectful, so yeah. Screw that.

I'm gonna tell it straight, because these things happened. They changed me, affected my family, and they're part of my life story now, whether anyone likes the fact it's in print or not.

I write because other people's words have helped me. Sometimes you read something and think, "Yeah! That right there! That's what I've been trying to say, only better!"

If anything I write does that for someone else, then it's not unnecessary.

And if truth feels disrespectful...maybe sit and think about why that is.

In Clean Break, I wrote about the end of the custody fight we'd started three years prior. On paper, that was the end of it.

Full closure? Ehhhh, not so much. But I digress.

A few days after she left, our family of now-four sat down to our weekly family meeting. And of course, we talked about her departure and what things could be like going forward.

Then my husband said: