Her words were indistinct. I could hear them, but I couldn’t understand a thing. I couldn’t believe she was dating my ex-husband, who was now forty years old! He was sixteen years older than her, and I had nothing to do with him.
I tried to find the right words, but she broke my silence with a threat only a child could utter against her parents. Her ultimatum was cold, direct, and delivered with that particular self-assurance young women possess when they are convinced they are fighting for love and not repeating a family pattern.
“Either you accept this, or I’ll cut you out of my life.”
I couldn’t believe she was dating my ex-husband.
I should have screamed or begged, but I didn’t. I couldn’t lose her, after all.
So I swallowed all the emotions, all the memories and all the instincts of my body, and I lied.
I told her that I supported her.
