The saddest part of this divorce is my son asking me “When are you coming home?” “Why don’t you come home?” “Are you coming home?” every time I see him at supervised visitation. He’s bright and the strategy of redirection with a “I’m here now, let’s play!” isn’t working. I’m not allowed to do anything else.

The next saddest thing is that Anna has convinced herself I was reading her emails, listening to her calls, etc. The truth is just that I love her – when she’d talk to me I’d listen.

Sorry kids, I tried as hard as I could. Maybe something changes in the future but I wouldn’t bet on it.