A/N: UPDATED UPDATED UPDATED (does happy dance). This chapter is from Angela's point of view, and yes, I know a lot of reviews for the last chapter insisted on no divorce, but it's essential for the plot development. If you would, please stick with this story and you will see where the divorce takes the Flack family. Please continue to review, feedback is always very much appreciated.

Don't own them, never will, original characters are mine, song belongs to Great Big Sea, haven't we been through this already?

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For years and years you can drift along

And write another verse to an endless song

Wait one more day till the time is right

Hoping that you'll both see the light

You won't see the light…

Buying Time- Great Big Sea

So I guess this is the point where you first met me, isn't it? So why, when I signed those papers a year later, did it hurt so badly? Does that sound familiar? It should, because I said it.

It hurts me because Charlotte saw our marriage deteriorate. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that she heard our fights, she heard our tears, she saw the shards of broken glass on the floor after I'd thrown it at her dad. I'm sure she doesn't understand what's going on, not very well anyway.

"Charlotte," Don and I sat her down at the kitchen table the next morning. "I know you know that Mommy and Daddy haven't been getting along for a long time…"

She nodded her head and looked down at her shoes. "It scares me…" she whispered.

"I know," Don reached over the table and took her hand. "And Mommy and I have decided that it's best if we don't scare you anymore, because we love you and we don't like to scare you…"

I saw Charlotte give him a small smile.

"Mommy and Daddy still love you very much," he was signing and speaking to her at the same time. "But we don't love each other anymore, and Mommy and Daddy have decided that we're not going to live together anymore."

"But where am I going to live?" was her first question.

"Well, Mommy and Daddy think that you can live with both of us."

"At the same time?" she was confused.

"No honey, what Daddy means is that you will stay with Mommy on the weekends, and Daddy will take care of you during the week." He answered her with a small smile back, but in his eyes, I could see his heart breaking.

Charlotte nodded her head. I don't think she really understood what this meant. I wouldn't see her except on the weekends, and I was willing to suspend my belief that I was okay with this. This is what's best for Charlotte… it's best for Charlotte.

I moved my things out of the house the next day and into my old apartment (I'd kept it in my name for times that either of us needed it for work or a weekend away), sat down on my bed, and cried.

I could not believe I was going through with this. I thought I had it all. A great marriage, a loving husband, a gorgeous little girl, all I'd ever wanted was right in front of me. What had we done to end up like this?

What had we ever done wrong? What had he seen in me to make him fall in love with me? Don Flack was the most loving and accepting man I'd ever known, yet I couldn't bring myself to love him anymore.

It was best if we got a divorce. I know, I know, there are all these statistics about children growing up in one parent households, but if Don and I could remain friends for Charlotte what did she have to lose?

"Mommy," her image appeared on my video phone. The phone had been a Christmas present from Don, so that I could better communicate with her, since she was still very young and was just learning sign language. "Mommy, do you not love me anymore?"

It tore my heart in two. How could she think such a thing? Don and I had explained to her that we still loved her very much, but we didn't love each other anymore.

"Of course I love you," I insisted, "you're my little girl…"

"Then come home," I could see tears forming in her eyes. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, honey," I told her. "Mommy has to go now, baby, but I'll see you when you come to see me on Friday night, okay?"

"Okay," her face contorted into tears as I ended the call. This is what's best for Charlotte; it's what's best for Charlotte… I grabbed my jacket and drove to work.

At least when I was at work I didn't have to face Don, at least, not officially. It hadn't been a problem until we got a call from Charlotte's daycare center that there had been an incident and could we please attend this impromptu meeting as soon as was possible.

Don came to my office and told me as soon as he got the call. If this was one time we had to put aside our differences and do what was right for our daughter, we would.

"What happened?" Don asked and signed to me as we sat with Leanne, Charlotte's daycare supervisor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Flack, I should tell you, Charlotte's become very aggressive with the other children, more so in the past few weeks. I've never seen her exhibit this type of behaviour before. I'm trying to establish a link here, have there been any big changes at home?"

She wasn't intending it to be rude, but could this have anything to do with our divorce?

"Oh," Don interpreted for me. "I moved out of the house and into an apartment," I shook my head. "Mr. Flack and I are in the middle of divorce proceedings."

"And, again, I have to ask," Leanne began. "Has she adjusted well to the change?"

"It seems so…" Don answered. "This is the first time I've heard of her exhibiting any aggressive behaviour, and we're on good terms. She lives with me during the week and with Angela on the weekends…"

"Perhaps this is a delayed reaction?"

"In a three year old?" I wasn't sure if such a thing existed. How could Charlotte be having delayed reactions? We'd gone through what was happening with her many times, and I understood that divorce was traumatic, but I'd been assured that if Don and I kept on good terms, Charlotte would adjust.

"It's entirely possible, Mrs. Flack," Leanne told me. Again, I knew she meant well, so I kept my mouth shut. I looked over at Don; while his flew in interpretation he was biting his tongue.

I used to be able to tell what he was thinking just by looking at him, but now I couldn't.

I couldn't tell what my child's father was thinking as we left the daycare center with Charlotte in tow, and it hurt.

This hurt more than I could ever imagine, and if it could hurt me, a 29 year old working mom, and if it could hurt Don, a hardened detective and doting dad…

Imagine what this was doing to our daughter.