I didn’t know a divorce could change your name. 32 years old, two boys and a change of identity. I was a mess and now with an identity crisis that I even decided to change my name. It happened so quickly.

I wasn’t Dad anymore, I was DAN. It’s funny how a mispronunciation by your 2 year old can make a world of change. But it felt like this. My X had been already with a dude during and after our divorce. I am not going to sugarcoat this blog, I hated her. I felt like she was the worst thing on earth. Tearing apart my family and her wanting to live this life. I know that everyone is entitled to their own interpretations of why things failed. Alas I was at a crossroad and my destiny into the storm looked impassable. It looked like a Fuckin never ending storm that I was about to embark on, but I had a flashlight and I was ready for this storm.

Truth is, my name is Jonathan but I like to be called Johny. I am a father of two boys a 4 year old and a 12 year old. I went through a separation but what felt like a divorce. It was horrible. After 13 years our lives weren’t in sync and our ideas of what was a relationship were beginning to fade.

I can’t say that everyone lives in a bubble and that every relationship is the same. There are so many reason why divorce or separations happen, but at the end of it the children suffer. As much as society tells us, separations are tough on kids and the children take years to absorb the changes. It’s been 5 years are little issues come up from time to time that throw me curve balls. I am not perfect, I could have been the worst partner ever, however I know I tried my best during that time to build something and create a “ Family” in whatever ways you see it.

I was devoted in my own ways to my family and so was my X and I am here to give you an insight into my story and what has transpired, how I overcame obstacles and what allowed me to press forward. Yes there were very very dark moments. We all have them to the point of what is the easiest option to walk away and allow the world to take over. I knew I wasn’t going to give up because as you can see in my journey, I was there and the cliff above the abyss looked great, but I wasn’t going to be a Father that would walk away from being there for my children. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow my children to suffer any more.

Their mom and I were done, that was clear and the only bit was to pick up the pieces and begin this journey.