I kept waiting for my anger to burn out so that I could move on with my life.
A couple of weeks later, mutual friends stopped speaking carefully around me and just told the truth. Clarissa had already been seen around town with an older man who owned half the downtown block and tipped like he was buying applause.
That hurt.
But not as much as the quiet after each feeding. Not as much as the hours between midnight and dawn when one baby would finally settle and another would start crying.
I kept waiting for my anger to burn out so that I could move on with my life.
Child support existed on paper and nowhere else.
It never did.
I was too busy learning how to hold three lives together with two hands.
The divorce took six months.
Child support existed on paper and nowhere else. My wife had found a way to completely dodge all of my requests for payment.
