Introduction to the blog

Hello. 

This is a blog about my quest to become a platonic co-parent (aka an elective co-parent) with my friend, starting in the year 2024. It documents every step of the process, and is a mix of documentation of the events, and the feelings it conjured up.

I started this blog for a couple of reasons. Firstly, when me and my friend first began discussing the idea of co-parenting together, I did some digging online in the hope of finding some guidance or advice from other people who had been through the co-parenting process. I couldn’t find any at all (admittedly I only spent about 45 minutes looking, before getting distracted by videos of people discovering old cars in garages on Youtube). This made me think that if we did go down this co-parenting path, I could document our experiences and maybe help out future prospective co-parents who were in my current situation. The second reason for starting this blog came hot on the heels of the first reason. What if the blog became an internet sensation and Harper Collins wanted to turn it into a book which sold heaps of copies and made me some cold, hard cash? I had just read the Salt Path, which was someone’s memoir of an unusual life event, which became a massive bestseller, despite being written by someone who wasn’t actually a writer. If Raynor Winn could become a bestseller, then who’s to say I couldn’t also? This utterly fanciful conclusion undoubtedly inspired my decision.

Things to note:

  1. I have changed everyone’s names to make it anonymous. 
  2. I started writing all this at the same time it all started to happen - the very beginning of 2024. I’m writing this introduction in February 2025, over a year later. This is because I initially started writing with the intention of it just being a book. Now that the blog idea (courtesy of my brother) has emerged, I’m going to release what I’ve written so far in sporadic blog posts. This means the initial posts will refer to events which occurred some time ago, but in theory the blog should catch up with reality at some point.
  3. Everything is true and happened, I haven’t embellished things for dramatic or humorous purposes (the fact that you’re not gasping or laughing at any point will probably back this up).

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