Court is basically theater. And then reality checks in. 📱

One moment your attorney is describing your coparent as "unstable, manipulative, and a danger to the children." The next, there's a text: "Hey, can you send the pink water bottle with her tomorrow?"

This is fine. Everything is fine.

High-conflict family court makes everything feel like a war — until the mundane logistics of shared children remind you that this is still someone you have to text about water bottles. Forever.

The drama and the domesticity coexist. And somehow that's the most exhausting part.

Ever had a dramatic court day followed by a completely mundane coparent text? 👇