Being divorced and co-parenting with your ex (although, I'm really being generous when I call his part "parenting" lately) is ugly stuff sometimes.
While I'd love to vent and fume right here in my little corner of the internet, I have to be vague and respect his privacy and be a grown-up and sh*t.
I hate that.
Even now, five years after we split, there is always something and there probably always will be.
I hate that, too.
Suffice it to say, if I get on my bike today, I am positively going to crush it.