Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
We have a “no negative contact” order in place, following the very last incident that happened January 3rd.
It’s not something that I like to talk about.
We had a no contact order in place for 10 months, but in the interest of co-parenting, I decided to go with the other option. He had full visitation rights with the kids anyhow, and insisted on contacting me anyway. And insisted on moving in closer and closer.
He cleaned up his act, got a job, started acting like an adult. Complied with the court, and eventually with court orders. And I love him.
But I’m always waiting.
Waiting to see if and when it will happen again.
Hoping and praying that it won’t.