After the Divorce I Took My Three Girls to California — Then the Housekeeper Walked Into Their Thanksgiving Dinner and Ended Everything

I wasn’t.

I was just very, very clear.

“No, Vaughn,” I said.

“Corinne — ”

“You don’t get to do this.

You don’t get to throw us out and then, the day it goes wrong for you, call us your safety net.

That isn’t what a family is.

You had a family.