So when everything finally broke, when Sean brought another woman into the house and told me I had to leave, I had nowhere to go. See, I don’t have parents or relatives. I’m an orphan.
I refused to leave the kids, packed what I could, and we drove to Peter’s place.
I didn’t call my FIL.
But when we arrived, he opened the door, looked at the kids and me, and stepped aside.
No questions.
Sean brought another woman.
That night, after the kids were asleep, I sat at Peter’s kitchen table trying to think.
“I don’t have anything,” I said. “Your son made sure of that.”
Peter sat across from me.
“You have your kids,” he said.
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