When My Child Mentioned “Aunt Phoebe,” Everything Fell Apart

These things happen. Marriage is complicated. Divorce would be so hard on Noah. On you. You’d have to work full-time. Child care. Everything alone.”

“I already do everything alone,” I snapped.

“My son works very hard to provide for you,” Judith said, her tone sharpening into the blade it always was underneath the silk.

“Your son has a girlfriend,” I continue reading …