“If you can’t take care of yourself,” I continued, “how are you going to take care of three babies?”
No one spoke.
Not even him.
For the first time, he had nothing to say.
“I’m leaving,” I said. “I’m taking the girls. What happens next is up to you.”
Later that night, he posted again.
This time, it was a photo of him cleaning the apartment.
The caption was simple:
“I was wrong. I disrespected my wife when she needed me most. The mess was mine, not hers.”