I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
We agreed that reliability mattered more than generosity performed in bursts.
One evening, after we had gone through a folder of paperwork, she closed it and looked at me with tired eyes.
“You know what bothered me most during his first year?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“People kept asking whether you were coming back.
I didn’t have an answer.
I was recovering from having a baby, sleeping two hours at a time, and learning how to keep another person alive.
Sometimes somebody would ask about you while I was standing in the grocery store holding a crying infant.