So, the first official single weekend has passed in over 10 years. Kind of anti-climatic. Exchange Saturday was OK, except for her attitude. And me? I felt just fine.

Spent the weekend doing busy stuff: Changed fan belt in truck which led to spark plugs to... Yard work and then gym. Was so tired I barely logged on to do some shootin...

Picked the kids up Sunday and the ex proceeded to show me 5 new (well, relatively new) tattoos with one down low strategically placed above, well, you get the drift. Good grief.

So, I feel like I'm flying blind. I'm scared for the kids. They didn't deserve any of this. At all.

There are moments in this life when you are so confident in the rightness of your actions, that not even for a second do you consider the option that you might be wrong.