If anyone tells you that running a restaurant is grueling, believe them and multiply what you imagine X10. It also allows plenty of time for your partner to screw around. I knew he was having affaires but I was so exhausted and disgusted by his heavy drinking that I didn’t care. When he got wasted and fell cutting his head open I loaded him into the car and took him to the ER I used to work in. When my former husband died two years before, I was the one who had to arrange the funeral as our grown children were numb and clueless. The tacky, cheap vinyl boot ( just one) and undies in my bedroom when I arrived back home were not mine. The Craigslist women who showed up at my door looking for him or items they left behind also moonlighted at a local “lingerie shop” in their back room. At least that’s what the newspaper said when they were investigated for prostitution.

   Sooooo. This brings us to July 2016. P. was going to fly down to south Texas for a beach week with his adult and their kids. I dropped him at the airport and went to work. I was to pick him up in a few days. He never came back. He called the woman he was having an affaire with, who also happened to be my daughter, and told her he wasn’t coming back. She was standing beside me and on speakerphone. I was hand delivered eviction papers by the sheriff.