He Left Our Kids and Me for His Mistress. Three Years Later, I Finally Found My Closure

doorway, clutching a toy robot. “Where is Dad?”

I swallowed. “Sometimes grown ups make mistakes,” I said carefully. “But we will be okay. I promise.”

They did not ask more questions. That hurt almost as much as if they had.

That night, I drove to my mother’s house with my children asleep in the backseat. The road stretched endlessly ahead, streetlights continue reading …