She sat on the edge of the chair in my living room and tried to explain herself.
They just stopped letting Ashley hold the reins.
A week later, she came to my house.
She sat on the edge of the chair in my living room and tried to explain herself.
She said she wanted people to see Michael, the children, and herself as the family that mattered most. She said she was tired of feeling measured against me. She said Michael still turned to me when he was worried, and she had started to resent how much space I still occupied in his life.
“There was room for both of us.”
Jealousy was part of it.
So was insecurity.
So was pride.
Finally she ran out of words.
I said, “You were allowed to build your own household. You weren’t allowed to deny him the rest of his family.”
