After my divorce, I promised myself I was done trusting men.
That probably sounds bitter, but after 14 years with Donald, I thought I’d earned the right to be. My ex-husband had a talent for making promises sound real right up until the moment he broke them.
By the time he moved three states away and stopped calling our daughter regularly, I’d already spent years expecting disappointment from him.
So after that, it was just Ava and me.
That probably sounds bitter.
Ava, my daughter, is 16, and I’m 39, and honestly, I liked our life.
It was quiet, predictable, and safe.