With his messy brown hair, gap-toothed smile, and endless obsession with dinosaurs and football, he had a way of pulling me back into the present whenever my mind drifted toward regret. His laugh filled the empty spaces divorce had created. No matter how difficult life became, being his father gave me purpose.
Then there was Diane — my ex-wife.
People always expect divorce stories to involve cheating scandals, screaming matches, or dramatic betrayals. Ours didn’t. That almost made it worse.
We simply drifted apart.
Over the years, we became roommates instead of partners. Conversations turned into schedules. Affection became obligation. Eventually, we realized we were staying together more out of habit than love.
The divorce was painful, but civil.
At least, that’s what I believed… until the night she showed up at my door unannounced.
That was the night everything changed.
The Unexpected Knock at the Door
It was a cold Friday evening in March.
