This has been a post I have been contemplating writing for some time, but didn’t really know how to address it, or even if I should. Last year, Angeli and I separated and divorced. As the dust has settled a bit, I felt it was time to address it as several people have reached out asking why there haven’t been any updates from her, and fewer family posts in general. This is why.

Our divorce was one of the most difficult times of my life, but also one of the most respectful and amicable processes I could have hoped for under the circumstances. There was no dramatic falling out, no singular event that caused everything to unravel, no epic court struggle. Instead, it was a recognition that we had grown in different directions over time.

Angeli and I met very young and built a life together marked by shared dreams, family, and deep mutual support. We started a family and put each other through graduate school, but as the years passed, our individual identities began to evolve in ways that didn’t always align. We communicated openly about those changes, and ultimately came to the conclusion that we could best support each other—as individuals and as parents—by going our separate ways.

One common assumption people make is that my work in the Foreign Service must have played a major role in our separation. In truth, while the lifestyle brought challenges, they weren’t the root cause. Angeli was incredibly supportive of my career and embraced the adventure and unpredictability that comes with life overseas. We navigated deployments, moves, and cultural transitions as a team. The truth is, the divorce wasn’t about geography—it was about emotional alignment and personal growth.

We remain on good terms and continue to co-parent our children with a shared sense of responsibility and love. We still continue to take family vacations together and provide as much normalcy as possible to our girls. Our communication is open, our priorities aligned, and there’s a genuine mutual respect that underpins our relationship today. I’m proud of how we’ve handled this chapter—not as adversaries, but as partners who cared enough to be honest with one another, even when the truth was hard.

Angeli is a remarkable woman, fantastic mother, and great provider. She remains one of the most important people in my life, and I am thankful for our time together. Our story didn’t end the way we thought it would, but that doesn’t make it a failure. If anything, it’s a testament to the strength of our bond that we were able to part ways with kindness, clarity, and a continued sense of family.