The day I smelled the new woman’s perfume as I bent down to kiss my dog’s head after a visit with his other parent, I had no idea how to react.
I love my ex. I really do. No, we’re not in love anymore — it’s been over for more than three years — but we are still each other’s family. In times of need, we would both drop everything for one another. Though our breakup wasn’t without pain, the foundation of mutual love and respect was there. Jordan and I still share our greatest joys and sorrows with one another. And we share our dog.