I have hammered out about half a dozen emails, being very careful to hit "Delete" instead of "Send". I don't know what to do with this one.
I do know that it doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that I'm fat. No shit! I've had a tough go of things for the past year and a half. But you know what? I'd rather be fat than have my kids cry when they're forced to spend time with me.
Sweet gentle readers, please stay married. Like a rock thrown into a still pond, the ripples from a divorce will radiate out for a long freaking time. Nothing in the world is worth seeing your kids go through this crap. Nothing.