I’ve been lurking on your site forever (or at least for the last 3 yrs or so) but have never commented before. I have 5 kids and found your site researching Total Transformation for my oldest son who is mine from a previous marriage. He lives with my wife and me and our other two girls and boys, and he sees his mom every other weekend.

Our situation isn’t anywhere near what yours is with Kim, but things have been difficult (and quite frosty) and unwieldy on each side at times. Reading about your problems and the steps your family has taken to remain safe and sane has been a great way to maintain some perspective and get some ideas.

So, I’m guessing that’s enough background. But more may come eventually regardless. Now I feel compelled to dive into why I finally broke radio silence. And it’s because of the space and your completely fanatically fantastic reaction to it.

I have similar feelings about particular issues concerning punctuation, spelling, grammar, and spacing, and so I was reading your blue (wait for it) bonnet rant with a friendly eye. “Ah,” I thought, “what wonderful shirt-buying and shirt-wearing times Kelsey could have had if only …” but I wasn’t at all emotionally invested.

I was able to chuckle from a distance as you rode the wave of your righteous indignation until you referred to it as “that infuriating, unnecessary space” at which point I completely lost all composure and burst out laughing. Oh, to be INFURIATED over spacing — a fellow traveler indeed!

I’m sure you can see that I HAD to comment at that point. It was all but required. Love the blog. Love your writing. More to come — eventually. – jrw