My Daughter Took My Hand After School and Said, “Mom, Divorce Dad — He Doesn’t Love Us.” That Night, Over One Chicken Leg, I Finally Listened

Now get up and deal with things.”

I took my own phone off the nightstand.

I opened the app.

I tapped Leave group. And then I blocked his number.

His face went rigid.

“What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long time ago,” I said.

Chapter 9 — The Chicken Leg He Called It