For months, I watched my ex-husband use his new wealth to paint a picture of the perfect life. By the time we reached court, I thought I’d seen every trick he had, until our son spoke up.
The first sign that Jason’s confidence was slipping came when our six-year-old son looked at the judge and asked, “Do I still get my $20 if I tell the truth?”
Nobody laughed, not at first.
But I stopped breathing.
Jason’s confidence was slipping.
Jason’s face changed in an instant. One second, he was leaning back in his chair with the smug expression he’d worn all morning. The next, his mouth went tight.
His attorney turned toward him.
“What $20?” the judge asked.
Toby glanced at his father.
His mouth went tight.
Jason smiled.
It wasn’t a normal smile. It was the kind adults give to children when they desperately want them to stop talking.
Toby looked back at the judge.
“The money Dad gives me.”
That’s when Jason turned pale.
It wasn’t a normal smile.
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When I divorced Jason the year before, we were both 23.
We’d married too young, had Toby too young, and spent years pretending love could fix the fact that my ex-husband wanted none of the boring parts of being an adult.
When we separated, he didn’t have a job or a car, and he hadn’t shown much interest in being a father unless someone else was watching.
We’d married too young.
By the time our custody case reached its final hearing, I was 24.
After the divorce, Jason agreed to every-other-weekend visits with Toby. He canceled enough of them that I stopped telling our son his father was coming until he was actually on his way.
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