We talk about normal things: my work, his work, my family, his family. It’s always strange to talk about a bunch of people who no longer feature in my life but will always be a big part of my children’s lives. Their grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins on their dad’s side are far from me geographically as well as emotionally; there’s no chance I’ll ever bump into them at the supermarket or the school gates. On the other hand, my family all live in our town — my ex even meets my dad for breakfast now and again. I realize that I enjoy learning what his parents and siblings have been up to. They’re good people. The more good people in my children’s lives, the better.