🍭💔💔My husband kicked me out of the family group in front of everyone — for his ex-wife's daughter and a single toasted marshmallow. The ninety-ninth time. And my five-year-old daughter? She knelt down and apologized to him.😭 Watching her cry and shake, something inside me finally snapped. I was done holding it in. What rotted in this marriage wasn't just the love. 👧💗 It was my child's childhood too.👇 "Mommy, you should divorce Daddy."On the drive home with my daughter, Ava looked up at me and said in her small, milky voice. I nearly lost my grip on the wheel. "Ava, why would you say that?" She tilted her head like she was working through a math problem. "Because I don't think Daddy loves us at all. He only loves Sofia and Sofia's mommy, Tiffany." "You don't say it, but I know, Mommy." "Last time Daddy got his b0nus, you wanted to sign me up for that science camp I really wanted. But Tiffany cried, and Daddy gave all the m0ney to them." "And on your birthday, Daddy booked that little cabin by the lake. But Tiffany said Sofia needed family time, so Daddy gave the cabin to them and took us to some random brunch." "And the family shared album. He keeps removing you. And every time, you have to apologize first before he adds you back." "Mommy, if you're staying with him for me, I don't want that." Her eyes reddened, but her voice stayed steady. "I'd rather have just you, as long as you're happy." Before she finished, tears were already streaming down my face. That night, at the Independence Day picnic, Ava reached carefully for the last perfect toasted marshmallow on the tray. Sofia shrieked, "That's mine! I called it! That one's mine!" Chris didn't bother asking what happened. He pulled out his phone and removed me from the family shared album and the streaming family plan. The ninety-ninth time. Then Tiffany sat on the picnic blanket and posted something right in front of me. A photo of her and Chris sitting side by side on the grass. Their backs. Her caption read: *Five years later and some people still can't fit in. Guess who.* 🙃 I found Ava in the tent. She was curled in the corner, shoving her fingers down her throat, crying, trying to spit the marshmallow out. "Mommy... I spit it out... Is Daddy not mad anymore... Will he love us the same as Sofia now?" I lunged for her. Dropped to my knees in the tent, on the grass, pulled her hands gently from her mouth, and held her so tight. "Baby, stop. It's not your fault. None of it is." She shook, sobbing. I cried too. Silent. That was the moment. I knew. I set the picnic plate down. Picked up my daughter. "This family group has no room for me. So this family? I don't want it either." Chris froze for two seconds. His beer bottle stopped mid-air. "What did you just say?" I held Ava. My voice was flat. "I said I want a divorce." #NewBeginnings #BetrayalAndDeception #MarriageOfLies #lovestory #soapopera #novel 📚Only a limited number of chapters can be displayed here. Click "Read More" to open the application and continue reading (it will automatically navigate to the corresponding book page).👇👇👇
