“I’ll be better. I’ll do everything—the cooking, the cleaning, homework with Emma, you name it!” she begged.
“I don’t want my child around you,” I said simply. “I’m sorry, but that’s just how I feel.”
Within a week, Lorraine was gone. And I finally had peace in the home my dad had loved so much.
I turned Lorraine’s bedroom into a reading room for myself, and half of it a playroom for Emma. And that robe? Lorraine had conveniently left it behind.
I donated it to charity with the rest of the things she’d abandoned. Let someone else enjoy it because I sure as hell wasn’t keeping it. What would you have done?
