I wanted to say yes, they’re furious. Instead: “I don’t know, sweetheart. But even if they are, that’s not your fault. Nothing about this is your fault.”
He turned to look at me. “You’re not mad at me?”
That question nearly broke me.
“Never. Not ever. Grown-up problems are never the kid’s fault. Do you understand?”
He nodded, though I wasn’t sure he did.continue reading …