I'm Jordan. I'm 33 years old, divorced, and a single dad of two. Absolutely chaotic, hilarious

I'm Jordan. I'm 33 years old, divorced, and a single dad of two. Absolutely chaotic, hilarious, and painfully honest kids. Emma seven and Lucas five. I'm not perfect. I don't live in a big house. I don't have a high status job. I don't wear tailored suits or own a Rolex, but what I do half is a whole lot of love for my kids. A mortgage I never miss, and a spine that's gotten pretty good at holding me up. Even when the people who should have had my back were the ones pushing me down. My story starts predictably around the holidays. You know that time of year when everyone's pretending their family isn't weird and dysfunctional, when social media is full of perfect matching pajama photos and cookie baking reels. While behind the scenes, someone's mom is crying in the bathroom and at least one uncle