“If you were unhappy,” she said, “you could have talked to me. You could’ve asked for counseling. You could’ve asked for a divorce. Instead, you chose to sneak around with my daughter’s best friend. That’s simple.”
He took a step forward, trying to cross the threshold. She blocked him.
“Don’t come in,” she said.
My mom let out a small, bitter laugh.
“One mistake?” she repeated. “You don’t trip and fall into an affair. You chose this. Over and over.”
He looked past her at me again. “Natalie, tell her I’m not a bad person. Tell her I’ve always loved you both.”
“I thought you did,” I said. “You don’t cheat on someone you love. Not like this.”
My mom opened the door wider.
“Take your things,” she said. “Find somewhere else to stay.”
“I have nowhere to go,” he tried again.
