My Family’s Slow Exit Wasn’t Dramatic — It Was Worse
At first, they came around like they were trying to meet expectations.
Show face. Check the box. Keep their conscience clean.
My daughter visited twice.
Then her kids’ activities got “too demanding.”
The drive got “too long.”
Eventually she stopped calling altogether.
My son came once.
He sat for twenty minutes scrolling through his phone like I was a background app.
He left before the machine had even finished cycling my blood.
My ex-wife sent flowers on my birthday.
