I fought with my father and Kennedey a lot back then. Part of me was angry with my father, I’d thought if only he were a better husband, then maybe Mom wouldn’t have left.

I didn’t really believe that though. I knew my dad was a good husband and an even better father, he deserved more from me, and for whatever ding-bat reason my mom had for leaving, wasn’t his fault.

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