“We moved from our house in Loxley. I don’t get to see my friends anymore.”

“Everyone is so busy, it is hard to get them together. Their dad and I got divorced and they go a different school. The divorce was difficult but things have settled down and they understand that they now have two houses and everyone gets along. It is a hard thing to learn. It was three years ago. It was vicious. During the divorce, our family dog of 13 years passed away. It was the nasty salmon spread icing on a nasty mud pie cake.”

“The night of the divorce, we couldn’t go to school the next day because we were crying so much when daddy left. There is one question you never answered, how did the fights start?”

“How does anything start. There was no particular moment. Now their dad and I communicate better than we ever have. The kids have been very resilient. My son was very sick for a long time. Right after he was born he was jetted to children’s hospital in Birmingham and five surgeries later, here we are. His intestines were outside his body. That was absolutely the hardest time in my life and I went through depression. I know that if we survived that, we will be okay on anything else.”

“Levi and I had worked together before and I saw him one night after the divorce and he sang a silly song, “Going Through the Big D and Don’t Mean Dallas.” We became friends again. It wasn’t time for us to be a couple but he went through everything with me that year, the crying, the pain and the kids. He helped me through the other low point of my life. Finally, I realized, ‘I like you a lot, I think we need to make this work.’ It is good to be happy again.”