I took a deep breath, gathering them in my arms. « I understand, but you can’t do this. It’s not fair to me or to those men. We need to have a real conversation about this. »
We sat together, talking late into the night. I explained that while I understood their feelings, I also needed to move on and find happiness.
« But, Mom, is it really too late to get back together with Dad? » Veronica asked, her voice small and hopeful.
I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. « I don’t know, sweetheart. But what I do know is that we need to support each other and be honest. No more lies, okay? »
They nodded, and I tried to lighten the mood. « And just so you know, I’ll remember this when it’s your turn to bring a guy home. »
The girls laughed, but deep inside, a question kept haunting me—was it really too late to put aside those differences and get my life back with Roger for our children’s sake?
The next day, I couldn’t focus at work. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation with my daughters. Could it really be possible to rekindle things with Roger? I decided to call him.
« Hey, Roger. Do you have a minute? » I nervously asked when he answered.
« Sure, Melinda. What’s up? » He sounded curious but not unkind.
« I think we need to talk. In person. It’s about the girls, » I said, my voice trembling slightly.
