“Then why are you crying?”
“Because Mom works herself to death raising me alone, and he can’t even manage one Saturday.”
Tony sat beside me. “What do you want him to do?”
“Show up. Just once.” I wiped my eyes. “Someday, I want a house full of kids. Family dinners. A husband who actually comes home when he says he will.”
HE CAN’T EVEN MANAGE ONE SATURDAY.