Gag. Isn’t that what most of us would call being a grown-up?
I can’t stand my ex, but I consciously chose to procreate with him and it would be incredibly selfish of me to attempt less than optimal coparenting.
Do I always like it? No. Do I always like him? Um. No. Do my kids have to deal with my feelings about him?
I really try not to subject them to that. I’m sure I’ve failed once or twice. Of course, even then it was way better for them than us being married, so..
I think that maybe I hate Gwyneth Paltrow a teeny tiny bit.