That night, I sit down with my daughters and once more try to explain about divorce.
“Sometimes mommies and daddies just fall out of love with each other. It’s not your fault. Your dad and I both love you very much, and we are going to do our best to not make you sad, okay?”
Violet cries again. Iris is a bit stronger this time, though I assure her she doesn’t have to be.
“This is a big change for all of us,” I tell her. “It’s okay to be sad.”
“I want to be tough like you, Mommy,” Iris says.
My whole heart breaks and I hug both of the girls.
This ordeal would go better, I suspect, if Garnar and I could form a united front, both reassuring the girls at once. But his ego has him sitting in his study, utterly ignoring us while I speak to the girls on the couch.
“We might have to move,”
