DAY ONE
6 a.m. I’m the first one up thanks to my alarm. I hit the snooze button. I’m fucking exhausted; I’m always exhausted. I stay up way too late getting shit done, every single night. That’s the life of a divorced mother of three kids living in the burbs, working full time, and dating someone in the city.
7 a.m. I pop some caffeine pills because I’m literally too tired to make coffee and get my kids out of bed; they all give me a hard time for various reasons. I have 50-50 custody with my ex, who lives in the town over. We’ve been divorced for a few years. It was a typical marriage-falling-apart situation — we were roommates; we never had sex; we were essentially strangers pretending to be a couple. He’s a great dad, and the kids are managing just fine. I’m thrilled to be unmarried to him, and dating has treated me well so far. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones.
