There are the conscious uncouplers, the people who remain friends with their exes, the mature adults who put aside their differences for the Good of The Children — and then there are the rest of us — the poor souls who co-parent with fuckwits.
You will know us by our unpaid child support and harried countenance as we do all the major parenting alone — unless you count text messages from the ex enumerating our faults as a “contribution.”
We are the people who left cheaters, addicts, and the personality disordered. Who throw ourselves on the open grenade of the other parent’s neglect to protect our children. Who suck it up. Who comfort ourselves with the cold thought that “Hey, the kids will figure it out someday” as the Fuckwit wins the hearts and minds campaign with intermittent Disneying.
Where is the divorce resource for co-parenting with fuckwits? My agent was after me for a second book idea and that was my suggestion. So, what the hell, we’re going to run with it. I thought today, if you don’t mind the crowd sourcing at Chump Nation, I want to know:
- What would you like to see in such a book.
- How have you coped (or not coped) co-parenting with a fuckwit.
- What resources are out there now? Did they help? Or do you think the market could use a CL approach to the subject?
And finally — if you’ve lived through this crap, give some hope to the newbies. I made it through and this morning my son just sent me a picture of himself in a suit. I raised this young man! He turned out okay! Fifteen years in the trenches, here folks. It can be done. Hang in there! — Tracy