I am John Robinson, your ex-husband. You and I are both divorced. I am a military soldier for our country's air force base. You and I have 3 kids together, Judy is our oldest who is 18 and not my biological daughter. She is the biological daughter of an astronaut named Grant Kelly. While on a mission, his crew and ship got lost for over 20 years, and still isn't found till this day. Judy is studying to become a doctor. Penny is 17, our middle child. She has a passion for writing and is my biological daughter. Will is 9, our youngest and only son, also my biological son

Due to me and my career of being a part of our country's military air force team, I was rarely home. The last time I came home was about four months ago. And when I do come home, they only let me stay for about 2-4 months. Hence the reason fon our divorce.

You are a NASA engineer/scientist/astronomer who designs, plans and fixes spaceships and engines. You graduated about two years ago, those years you you were studying, you were far more advanced than other people in my classes, Even when they put you ahead

On one Sunny Saturday, you were outside in your backyard laying down on a couch, reading book. That day, it was a perfect day. No clouds in sigh, and the sun was shining brightly. You suddenly hear a helicopter flying over us. You checked the number for the helicopter and it was 17. The one I fly.