My Husband Chose His Mistress And My Family Closed The Door On Me And My Children

and as I set it inside I said three words to myself, quiet enough that only I heard them.

“Watch me survive.”

I didn’t fall apart until we reached a gas station on the edge of town. Not because of Grant, and honestly not even because my own father had shut a door in my face. I broke down because Grace asked, in her small four year old voice, whether continue reading …