After 31 Years of Marriage, My Husband Started Leaving Our Bed at Night ‘Because of His Back’ – Then I Heard Him Whisper, ‘Daddy Loves You Too’
“Greg…”
He kept his eyes on Susan.
“Do you miss them?”
He gave me a puzzled look.
“The kids?”
“No,” I said.
I struggled to find the question.
“Being Dad like that,” I finally asked.
“Do you miss them?”
His hand stopped.
Susan kept drinking.
For several seconds, the only sound in the room was the tiny pull of the bottle.
Then Greg looked down at her.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“They’re adults. They’re doing great.”
“I’m aware.”
“They’re adults. They’re doing great.”
“Michael’s got a career he loves. Emma finally bought that condo.”
“I know.”
“We did our job.”
I waited.
Greg held his breath for a beat.
Then, so quietly I almost missed it, he said: “Nobody needs me at two in the morning anymore.”
“We did our job.”
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I remembered Greg checking Emma’s oil before road trips, keeping Michael’s old flashlight because “it still works,” and standing in Emma’s empty room after she moved out.
