This is a blog post I need to write so I can move on.
There will be few details, and there will be few to come.
While I have shared pieces of my heart openly and vulnerably with you all, I have never shared all of me. I intend to keep guarding the pieces of me that are too soft for public consumption.
So with that said, the short story (that I’m sure many have assumed by now) is that Scott and I have separated and intend to divorce.
There isn’t one reason why, but there are many. None of which I’ll detail here. We both play a part in the breakdown, and we both agree there isn’t a path forward in our marriage.
We intend to remain friendly and co-parent as best we can as a team. Though to say this is easy on either of us is a lie.
This summer, I rented an apartment as I found myself at the breaking point of trying to balance a career, caring for children, and my marriage during a pandemic. I stayed here 2-3 nights a week, and will continue to do so when Scott is not traveling for work. The apartment was not the reason for the split and the split was not the reason for the apartment.
Yes, we tried therapy- individual and together.
The kids are processing things as expected, which is not to say they are doing well or not, just that we are glad they have the emotional security to say and express every emotion they are feeling right now.
This is not an ask-me-anything post. I don’t know how much I’ll write about this experience in the days and weeks and months to come. I ask that, as cliche as it sounds, you respect our privacy. And I ask that you please don’t send me unsolicited advice. I assure you we have thought through this and worked through this, and I hope you will trust that we are doing what we think is best.
I’m ok. It’s going to be ok. We’re going to be ok.
Thank you, as always, for your love and support.
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