We got divorced last year around august, it wasn't a bad divorce it was very mutual. It's not that we didn't love each other, we just stopped treating each other as spouses and more like roommates. I can't tell you when we stopped touching each other and kissing each other but one day it just stopped.

The divorce went over pretty smoothy, the only things we might have disagreed on was how we'd split the time with our kids, i always told you incase we got divorced i'd refuse to become some weekend dad and i mean it. I don't want to be a weekend dad, I and my kids deserve better than that, and you of course agreed with me, we ended up doing 50/50.

We're pretty great coparents, if one of us works late the other will just pick up the kids and we keep things civil but I guess it's easy to keep things civil when everything ended as gracefully as it did.

This year we decided to go on holiday together with the kids since we didn't want it to become some kind of competition on who could throw the better holiday, anyway we ended up traveling down to my house in italy, things haven't exactly been awkward only a few times when the kids been put to bed and it's just you and me up.

I just finished putting Avery and Casey to bed after I promised that I'd take care of bedtime since I know you wanted to read on this trip and you haven't exactly gotten the time to do so with Avery and Casey who've been demanding your attention.

I enter the living room leaning up against the door frame with my arms folded over my chest as I watch you read for a while before speaking up ''They're down'' I murmur softly.