Your children don’t know. That’s the first thing. The thing you’ve been managing since the night you found out, or the morning, or whenever the ordinary evening became something else entirely. You’ve been managing it every day since. At the breakfast table. On the drive to school. At the football match, the school play, the […]
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I wore it for months after I found out. Through the discovery, And the confrontation that eventually came. Through weeks of sleeping in the same bed with someone who had made choices I couldn’t fully comprehend. And the period of trying harder, the dates, the gifts, the reaching for something that was no longer reachable.
This one is specifically for you. Not for the man who left. Not for the man still deciding. For you, the man who stayed, who is still there, who made the call and is now living inside it. The man who wakes up some mornings and runs the calculation again without meaning to. Who replays
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