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My parents would have been married for 35 years this month, had they not divorced when I was a teenager 20 years ago. Somehow, very briefly, it came up in a very general conversation with a close friend recently, and I haven't been able to shake feelings about it since. My younger sister has very vague memories of our time "as a family" and my brother has none as he was only four years old when they divorced. I have all the memories of a whole different life a whole lifetime ago. I remember so many good times, so many picturesque flashes of happiness, so much fun. Equal amounts of fights, so many tears, so much bitterness also populate these...

Co-Parenting: The Remix

  Josiah is my SON ... he is my Bonus Son. But he is NOT my Stepson. Many of you may not know that I did not give birth to my “first born” Josiah. That, however, won’t stop me from swapping the sugar and salt in your canisters. Josiah is so much a part of me that if you don’t know I didn’t carry him for nine months, you just may not know. In fact, you won’t even find my siblings or father calling him “step.” Of course having a “Bonus Son” means I also have a co-parent. And that is where some would usually grab the popcorn and blanket. But this is the REMIX. Many co-parent stories start with the Wicked...
I recently read that 50% of America's children will see their parents divorce.  That one statement hit me like a ton of bricks, but sadly I can relate.  I was raised in a divorced home, and now my dear son is living it too. I was married at the mere age of 20 years old.  I was told to wait, I was told to think things over before I rushed into a marriage, but like I said, I was 20 years old.  At 20, I had just enough freedom to know that I was the one who made decisions in my life, and with that knowledge my boyfriend and I got married.  A short three months later the little white and pink...

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