The paperwork was filed today, so unless the judge kicks it back for some godforsaken reason, Dave and I are officially divorced.
I'm single for the first time since I was 19 years old. No wonder so many of you think I'm acting like a teenager: I AM. Just ask my parents. I was an annoyingly responsible teenager.
I don't suppose it will really hit me until the first time I sign my name as A.P. Westmont. I filed the name change this afternoon and I'll be in front of a judge to finalize it on October 1st.
The kids seem to be doing well with all of it. Someone once told me that young kids especially tend to adapt quickly to the "new normal," and I think that's what's happening in our case. We never did the big sit-down, mommy and daddy have some big news to tell you, cry-it-out, drastic divorce announcement. We just gave them the facts. We lost the house! Mommy moved into an apartment. Dad went to grandma's. Zero drama.
"Do I get to come home with you today mommy?"
"Yes. Yes, you do."
For anyone considering custody arrangements, I would like to give a big thumbs up to the week on/week off arrangement we have. It's so SIMPLE. And clear. When it's my week, I'm in charge of everything. When it's Dave's week, he is. The kids always know exactly where they'll be sleeping every night. And since we maintain an open-door policy with regards to the kids, we both still get to see them any time we want. Dave comes by before bed to smooch them. I'll usually stop by after work to do the same.
We're making it work.