He leaned into me, and I held him until his breathing settled.
That afternoon, I made two phone calls.
The first was to a family attorney.
The second was to Tyler.
He answered on the first ring.
“Thank God. I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“We need to discuss our marriage,” I said. “And we need to discuss how we’re going to protect Mason from being caught in the middle of it.”
“I know I made a mistake.”
“No,” I replied. “You madea series of choices. The announcement was just the first time I heard them out loud.”
He went silent.
I told him that I wanted an honest account of what had happened, a clear separation of our finances while we worked through the next steps, and a parenting arrangement that put Mason’s emotional well-being first.
