We found out today that our eldest got into the Music Man with a very quality musical theater company in town. (This is a boy who actually dressed up as Professor Harold Hill as a preschooler for Halloween two years in a row.) Actually, my STBEH (soon-to-be-ex-husband) found out, since he's the one that took him to the audition Saturday morning and he texted me. It's utterly ridiculous how much his "Me too!" comment filled me with a momentary sense of connection, shared purpose and joy. I felt this glimmer of hope and promise for a second all because of that damn exclamation point. Then I realized what a stupid idiot I was for letting two completely un-intimate words and a little punctuation feed any hope. Stupid, stupid. The only shared future is that I have to figure out a way to put my pain aside and effectively co-parent with this man for the next 16+ years, while making sure our boys never know just what he's done or how badly he's hurt me. We get all the work of co-parenting, with none of the shared joy. Sucks. Damn him.