I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

Christmas and Dad won’t answer me. Happy?”

“No.”

He exhaled through his nose.

“I came to ask if we can work something out.”

There it was.

Of course.

Not about Noah.

Not about the hotdog.

Not about treating my kid like a stain on the seating chart.

Money.

I said, “There is no we.”

His face hardened.

“So you’re really gonna do this over one dinner.”

I felt my whole continue reading …