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“Mom, we just want you and Dad to get back together. We need both our parents. We need our old life back,” Veronica said, tears streaming down her face.
I felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces. “But why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked, choking on my tears.
“We were scared you’d be mad,” Casey whispered.
I took a deep breath, gathering them in my arms. “I understand, but you can’t do this. It’s not fair to me or to those men. We need to have a real conversation about this.”
We sat together, talking late into the night. I explained that while I understood their feelings, I also needed to move on and find happiness.
“But, Mom, is it really too late to get back together with Dad?” Veronica asked, her voice small and hopeful.
I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But what I do know is that we need to support each other and be honest. No more lies, okay?”
They nodded, and I tried to lighten the mood. “And just so you know, I’ll remember this when it’s your turn to bring a guy home.”
The girls laughed, but deep inside, a question kept haunting me—was it really too late to put aside those differences and get my life back with Roger for our children’s sake?
The next day, I couldn’t focus at work. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation with my daughters. Could it really be possible to rekindle things with Roger? I decided to call him.
“Hey, Roger. Do you have a minute?” I nervously asked when he answered.
“Sure, Melinda. What’s up?” He sounded curious but not unkind.
“I think we need to talk. In person. It’s about the girls,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.
“Okay. How about tonight at that coffee shop we used to go to?” he suggested.
“That works. See you at seven,” I agreed, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach.
At seven sharp, I walked into the bustling coffee shop, spotting Roger at a corner table. He looked up, giving me a small smile.
“Hey, Melinda,” he greeted me as I sat down.