Lily, 5, and Jack, 4, for what would be a stretch of four nights and five days. Initially, I balked at the idea. Not only did it seem like a marathon of caregiving, but Sarah had previously made it clear that her family took precedence over ours.
realize that my son’s prediction might come true. The court of public opinion may indeed find me at fault. But more than seeking vindication or absolution, I find myself reflecting on the intricacies of human relationships, the mistakes we make, and the lessons we learn along the way. In the end, maybe Ethan is right. Perhaps the internet will deem me the antagonist of this story. But as I ponder the events that unfolded, I can’t help but hope for a resolution that bridges the gap between us, one that acknowledges the complexity of our feelings and fosters a deeper understanding among us. I seriously hope my son, his wife, and I can overcome this. But in the meantime I really want to know: Do you think I was wrong?
