When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

I could perfectly imagine the dripping affection in his tone.

Ryan sported a small, cartoon band-aid on his forehead. That was the entirety of his “life-threatening” injuries. He was taking massive bites of chocolate ice cream, his legs swinging cheerfully off the edge of the mattress. Sierra sat intimately close to Dylan, dabbing a tissue at an imaginary continue reading …