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Anybody want to know what divorce mediation is all about? This is the language from the draft mediation agreement, but it sums up my motivations for going into the process pretty well:

“We agree to treat each other with respect, to speak respectfully to and of each other in the presence of our children as well as in their absence, and to require all others, including friends and family, to do the same. We agree not to do or say anything that would undermine our children’s affection and respect for the other parent. We agree that each of our children needs each of us as much as the other and that neither of us is more important than the other in the life of our children. It is with our children in mind, that we enter into this Agreement.”

So today I sign this agreement. I don’t feel sad or upset. It is a necessary thing. It is not on some master checklist on my calendar: get oil changed, sign mediation papers, pick up margarine. It is bigger than that. Of course.

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Emly said…
wtf that's the most pointless thing ever. why dont you just say we agree to be nice and share our cookies
8:49 AM
listeme said…
Um. No one said anything about sharing cookies. Those are MINE. Keep your grubby hands off them.
12:49 PM
Anonymous said…
Now children....
8:51 AM
Emly said…
IT TOLD YOU TO BE NICE
8:12 PM
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