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The 50/50 Life After Divorce
As I handed my ID to the security guard at the entrance of the beer garden, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was stepping into a kid-free oasis at a street food festival in downtown Seattle. The place was buzzing with an array of food trucks offering everything from savory Russian dumplings to sweet Hawaiian malasadas. Surrounding us were blocks filled with amazing local crafts, and a lovely green lawn featured umbrella-covered tables, games of bag toss, and a DJ spinning some great tunes.
The day was perfect—a light breeze accompanied by warm sunshine as the grey clouds gave way to blue skies. The festival was nestled in a hip part of the city, crowded with young professionals sporting beards and working for cool companies like Amazon and Google. It was exactly the kind of event I would have attended with my ex-husband and kids if we were still together.
I noticed families everywhere, including a little boy throwing a tantrum while waiting for gourmet waffles, his dad trying to soothe him with a calm voice reserved for public outings. I navigated past ponytailed moms with jogging strollers and happily bypassed the park nearby, where parents were juggling food and kids in a chaotic but loving game of tag.
Honestly, I was grateful to be enjoying the festival without my children. Dressed in a pretty sundress, my hair and makeup done just right, I felt beautiful. I wanted to explore every food menu and browse through colorful screen-printed t-shirts without being interrupted by demands or the need to rush home for nap time. Sitting in that peaceful beer garden, I shared with my friends how much better this experience was without kids. I had spent countless street festivals with my little ones, and I couldn’t help but think about where they were.
They were with their dad at a beach house in Oregon, a place I’ve never seen and know little about. I only found out about their trip after they had already left. When my kids are with their father, their lives feel distant to me; he prefers to act like I don’t exist.
Recently, we shifted to a 50/50 parenting arrangement designed for high-conflict families, minimizing interaction between us to protect the kids. This plan was laid out by a judge after dissecting our eight-and-a-half-year marriage over four days. Now, every other week, I go five days without seeing my children—a long stretch where I barely get to talk to them. Securing even two short phone calls during those five days is a challenge; often, I’m only allowed one.
During those five days, I find myself free to explore the city, indulge in romantic dates, attend yoga classes, try trendy restaurants, lounge in pajamas all day, sleep in, or even take spontaneous weekend trips. It’s a sweet freedom, but also bitter.
This isn’t the life I envisioned. I wanted a loving husband, a solid marriage, and a complete family. I meticulously planned for this dream until the moment came when I had to choose to let it go. I don’t regret that choice. Over the past year and a half, my ex-husband’s behavior has confirmed that leaving was the right decision. If I had stayed, I would have been lost—one of the walking dead, merely going through the motions.
Letting go has been necessary. I’ve had to accept that I won’t see my children every day or be part of many of their significant moments. I’ve had to relinquish the joy of sharing their milestones with the only other person who understands them as I do. I’ve traded stability for the solace of a sunny beer garden and the comfort of lazy Sunday mornings, along with the hope of finding love again one day. I’ve let go of my ideal life to embrace a life that is still worth living; I realize I can’t be a good person with my head underwater.
Yet, it’s still painful to watch a dad lift his son on his shoulders while his partner spoon-feeds him gnocchi, or to see a mom tenderly stroking her baby’s hair nestled in a sling as her husband pushes a sleeping toddler in a stroller. It stings deeply.
So, my only option is to embrace gratitude as I step into the peaceful atmosphere of the beer garden, enjoying my mushroom bao in the warmth of the sun, undisturbed. This is my consolation prize, a life I’ve sacrificed much for, and I’m determined to appreciate it.
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Summary:
Navigating life after divorce often brings unexpected challenges and bittersweet joys. While embracing newfound freedom can be liberating, it also requires letting go of previous dreams and accepting a different reality. Through reflection and gratitude, one can find solace in the small pleasures of life, even amidst the pain of separation from family.