I've had a serious of strange events happen to me over the past few days. I went to pick up my son from preschool the other day and saw a co-worker drive up. I assumed she worked that day and asked her "how was work today?" Her response was, "I didn't go to work. I filed for divorce since my husband is cheating on me." [Christie: gap-mouthed and stunned]. "His girlfriend called the house and he hasn't paid the preschool bill in 3 weeks. I'm not letting him see the kids. My attorney says I don't have to let him until there is a court order forcing me to let him see the kids." Ok...what exactly am I supposed to say. We're standing in the cold and it was more than obvious that her hurt and wounds are still fresh. I felt for her. There is nothing like being betrayed by the person you love. 

I thought of her as I thought back to Sunday, the day I picked up Ty at McDonald's, the meeting place an hour's drive away where his father and I do our bi-weekly exchange. As I sat and waited 30 minutes for him to arrive, I noticed there were other families there, meeting at McDonald's to do the weekend exchange. It was odd. For some reason, I thought that we were the only ones picking a meeting place to exchange the kid. I saw a mom, still in her PJ's, give her daughter a hug goodbye and the dad grab the bags. It was encouraging to see others in similar circumstances...the feeling of not being the only one. But then I wondered how soon would my co-worker be setting up similar arrangements to exchange the kids. She has 3 and has since moved back in her with her parents.