I’ve been separated from the father of my children for 6 years now.  At this point separation has become old hat.  Maybe too old hat cause I can’t really imagine myself in a relationship anymore.  Sharing space with another adult?  Being witnessed in my parenting?  Trying to collaborate with them in parenting?  Gah.  Sounds like a lot.  And a lot of relationships I see look like barely veiled co-dependence or simple inertia.  Then there are the few that I do truly envy and admire.  And I think how lucky for those folks.  Because, though we don’t love to admit it, most of life is based on nothing loftier than luck.

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