“You lied”, I said. You told me you were taking him to the museum. “
“I know”, he said. It’s just that I didn’t know how else to explain it without making things worse. “
“Did you think lying to me, hiding and introducing our daughter to a therapist was the best option? “
“Worse?! “
“She started having nightmares”, he said. “After you started working weekends. “
It stopped me in my tracks.
“She woke up crying. She didn’t understand why Saturdays were different. She told me she thought you didn’t want to be near her anymore. “
I covered my mouth.
It stopped me in my tracks.
“I didn’t want her to think that”, he continued. I didn’t want her to grow up blaming you for doing what you had to do for us. So, I tried to fill the void. I made up little stories, I tried to make Saturdays special, but… it wasn’t enough. “
Molly added: “Your daughter was showing signs of anxiety. And it wasn’t just because he missed you — it was confusion. She thought she had done something wrong. “
“So, I tried to fill the void. “
“But why didn’t you tell me? We could have gone together. Talk about it with family. “
“Because you were exhausted every night. You weren’t laughing anymore. You barely ate. I didn’t want to be another problem you had to solve. “
“So you hid the truth from me. “
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