05/09/2026
Some sunrises hit different when you realize you’re not just driving away from a town… you’re finally driving away from a version of your life that nearly broke you.
I left some things in my rearview mirror this morning.
Divorce is brutal in ways people who haven’t lived it will never fully understand. It’s not just paperwork and custody schedules. It’s grieving an entire future you thought you were building. It’s losing your home, your stability, your peace, your identity for a while. It’s carrying the weight of knowing you made the impossible choice: that a home without their father was safer than a home with him in it.
That decision will rip a mother apart.
Yesterday, I did something I’ve avoided for almost three years.
I finally sat down face to face with the attorney who fought for my children and me through one of the darkest seasons of our lives. We had never actually met in person before. Every strategy call, every breakdown, every battle was done over the phone while he stood in the gap for my family and fought like absolute hell for us.
And I mean FOUGHT.
Not for a paycheck. Not to “win a case.” He fought because he believed us. He believed my children. He protected us like we mattered.
There are people who come into your life for a season and leave fingerprints on your soul forever. He’s one of them.
I finally got to keep my promise, despite avoiding it for years. I brought him a bottle of whiskey, shared a drink with him, got to tell him in person how grateful I was for his help to save my family during a time when I honestly didn’t know how we were going to survive it.
You could feel how deeply he cared about what happened to us. Not as clients. But as human beings.