The whole idea of being married seems like ancient history now. Like the Middle Ages, with just slightly less bubonic plague. In fact, we're within a month of what would have been our 14th anniversary, which means both Moxie's and my cells have utterly regenerated twice over since that fateful day in 1998. We've each become two entirely different people!
What seems like an eternity is actually just under 5-1/2 years since our initial estrangement. And I feel very grateful to tell you we’ve reached a degree of stasis. We’ve found houses that are a walking distance apart, in an area safe enough to let the boys walk to and from whenever they like. From all accounts — *knock every piece of wood within arm’s length* — the kids are doing OK. And now that I’m sitting here on the other side, in the relative calm after the tempest, I can look back on the decisions I've made and think, “I guess that sort of … worked?