Messy Lessons in Co-Parenting and Getting My Sh*t Together

Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 54

So there I was, walking in the parking lot outside the gymnastics studio, supposed to pick up my daughter at 5:45. But damn it, I lost track of time, caught up in one of those phone calls that feel like they’re reshaping the universe. The next thing I knew, my ex’s friend was blowing up her phone, and…