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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\u201cI went to my ex\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t like the stigma you can\u2019t be friends with your ex, especially if there is a child involved. Now, don\u2019t get me wrong, my ex and I can only spend about two days together before arguing. Since we both live in different states and only talk when we need to, our co-parenting relationship is amazing.<\/p>\n
In order to tell you this story, I have to start at the beginning.<\/p>\n
Since he has met his new wife, I knew she was the best bonus mother my daughter could ever ask for. I knew she would be there for my daughter whenever she needed someone. How, you ask? Well, I knew before I even really knew who she was, let alone had the chance to Facebook stalk this new woman who was coming into my daughter\u2019s life.<\/p>\n
You see, my ex was picking up our daughter from a visit and while he was here, he was smiling at his phone and texting a whole lot. I knew he had met someone. At first, I was scared. I was terrified because his last few relationships were definitely not the best.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t until he told me she was planning a surprise for Elli when she came home, my worries seemed to fade.<\/p>\n
\u2018Wow, a woman who hardly knows my daughter and just started dating my ex is going out of her way to welcome my daughter back home?\u2019<\/p>\n
That was when I realized, she is the one for my ex and our daughter.<\/p>\n
Okay, back to the part where I tell you about this wedding.<\/p>\n
I knew I wanted to go to their wedding to show my love and support, but I figured (because of this stigma), it would be weird. People don\u2019t just go to their ex\u2019s weddings, right?<\/p>\n
Well, I was wrong, my ex\u2019s fianc\u00e9 wanted me to come and asked me to be there with them.<\/p>\n
So I did.<\/p>\n
First, we bought plane tickets. I flew there, surprised our daughter, who had absolutely no idea I was coming, and then boom, wedding!<\/p>\n
It was the most beautiful wedding I\u2019ve ever been to. I also should not have worn makeup, due to all the happy tears that were shed. I took so many photographs before during and after the wedding, my right eye was blurry from looking through the lens all day.<\/p>\n
Everything was beyond perfect!<\/p>\n
Every guest (friends and family of theirs) I spoke to said the same exact thing, \u2018Wow you guys have an amazing relationship,\u2019 \u2018I love how you all get along for your daughter,\u2019 etc. I loved hearing this but at the same time, shouldn\u2019t every parent who co-parents be this way?<\/p>\n
Shouldn\u2019t every mother and bonus mother get along for the sake of the child?<\/p>\n
And the same with fathers and bonus fathers, or whatever the case may be.<\/p>\n
I know other mothers or fathers are out there and may read this and say, \u2018Well, my ex\u2019s spouse is rude to me\u2019 or \u2018We just can\u2019t get along.\u2019 Why? Why would you put that pressure on your child? Put on your big panties and make it work.<\/p>\n
My ex and I both come from broken homes. We both know the pain of missing parents and we knew we never wanted to strain our daughter\u2019s life.<\/p>\n
The look on my child\u2019s face when her bonus mother and I hugged\u2026 words just can\u2019t express it.<\/p>\n
What I really want to see come away from this post is to try a little harder to make a relationship work with your ex and their partner. It only benefits the kids.<\/p>\n
Holding grudges gets you nowhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
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