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
“And her?” she said, with a sneer.
It took him a long time to answer.
“Yes,” he said finally.
“I love her.”
His ex-wife laughed, a bitter, mocking sound.
“How wonderfully convenient, to work that out today.” And then she picked up her purse and delivered the truest thing she ever said.
“You think Charlotte comes crawling back because you finally watched a video?
You threw her out of your family twenty-eight times.