My wife and I got a divorce 6 years ago.
Both of our boys were toddlers when we got a divorce.
Neither one of us wanted them to grow up without two parents in the home, but neither one of us could figure out a way to get along and stop fighting. Divorced seemed like the only answer to stop the regular arguments. I agreed to move out of our home and into a two bedroom apartment with room for the boys. I didn’t feel great about leaving my home, but I didn’t want my boys to be uprooted either. I found an apartment in Seattle by Puget Sound. The Seattle apartment has a balcony that overlooks the water. It’s been a great place for me to live and an even better place for me to raise the boys. They love all of my neighbors, especially Mrs. Mabel. She makes the boys cookies every time they come. All of my neighbors know the boys and they know when they are going to be visiting. I got a new neighbor last weekend and the guy decided to smoke marijuana on the balcony of his apartment while my boys and I were outside coloring eggs for Easter. I made a couple of coughing noises when the guy started smoking. He made a comment to me about minding my own business. I was going to walk upstairs to say something to the guy when my neighbor told me that he would handle things. He went upstairs for a couple of minutes and then he came back downstairs. I never smelled marijuana from the upstairs neighbor ever again and that was last year. Shortly after that. I moved in, I think he moved out, because I never saw the guy again.