Leonie writes an email

#Leonie is a woman in her 40s, she could be your neighbor. After her divorce, she builds her new life. With neighbor Mandy she has dinner appointments of the good kind: Mandy cooks! Love also comes around the corner again, with all the consequences that this entails..

Leonie was sitting behind her laptop. She couldn't have gotten it out of her head all night, and now that the kids were in bed, she'd crawled behind her laptop to write an e-mail to Erik. This could not be like this. First she wrote the text as it came from her heart. How he got it in his head to start kissing “that woman “while his kids were at home. That his children had no idea what to think of it anyway. What “that woman “his girlfriend? A loose piece? The neighbor? That he had to restrain himself to his children and that it would not have been wrong if he had informed her, the mother of his children, about 'this woman', so that she could also guide it, that she knew what was going on in the lives of her children. Of course, she didn't press “send “when she was done.

So, now the anger was out a little and she started writing the real e-mail. It is with the same thrust, but with milder wording. And with an emphasis on communication. They may not be together anymore, they were still together the parents of their three children and it is important to keep each other informed of what happened in the other home. When new partners came into play, the other parent had to be informed so that it was not up to the children to convey that message to the other house. And so that the other parent was aware and could respond to the mood of the children. She read the e-mail three more times to see if there were any unintentional spikes or words that Erik could perceive as an attack. In the end, she was satisfied and pressed 'dispatch'.

She'd be in the mood for a glass of wine and a listening ear by now. She was thinking of Mandy. He was on the other side of the world, who was away for a few days on an international flight. Mandy with her sparkling energy and her optimism would be able to say something that allowed Leonie to laugh again. She was considering sending an app, but she didn't. She didn't want to bother her during her work. Besides, it was already late. Instead of a wine, she took a glass of apple juice and then went to bed.