I’ve had an interesting couple of weeks. I got home one Thursday evening and my son was a dark cloud, hesitant to pour but promising heavy rain. He was at the brink of tears holding strong like the man of the house that he is. I asked him what was wrong. He didn’t want to talk. An hour into cajoling him, he finally said “Do you know that in my entire school that I’m the only kid who doesn’t have a mom and dad”. That broke my heart, it did. “Of course you have a dad, he doesn’t live with us, but he’s there.” So naturally, he asked to speak to his father. I called him. I think the man feels the need to brace himself whenever he sees my number. He didn’t pick up on the first ring. I was terrified that he wouldn...

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