Love Long GoneThree years after my parents got divorced, I ran into my mom at a restaurant.
She was having dinner with her daughter. When she saw me, her expression looked a little uncomfortable.
Right before she left, she pulled up her phone and opened Venmo. "Here, let me send you some money. You and your dad can get yourselves something nice to eat."
I pushed her phone back. "No thanks, Sarah. It's not like you ever cared much about me or Dad before."
Her face tightened, and she frowned hard.
"Why do you have to be as stubborn as your father? If you had stayed with me, you wouldn't be working as a server right now. Tell your dad this—if he admits he was wrong, I'll take you back and give you a good life."
I just stared at her coldly and said nothing.
Did she not know? My dad had already been dead for three years.