When my six-year-old asked her grandma what she was hiding in her purse, I thought it was just a silly question. But then she said Grandma had been sneaking into my bedroom. What I found inside that bag unraveled everything I thought I knew about my marriage — and my family.This year had already been heavy. James had taken that fancy promotion six months ago and had been splitting his time between cities ever since. He was gone half the week, every week.
The rhythms of our marriage changed in ways I hadn’t prepared for.“I’ll call every night,” he promised when it all started. But calls soon became texts, and texts became shorter.While he was gone, I juggled everything alone. The house, my job, and Lily — our little tornado of energy and questions.
