My husband came home and said, “I’m in love with another woman, but I still love you, so I’ll just live in both houses” — I thought he was joking until he began packing, so I taught him a lesson he never expected from me.

 

But he didn’t smile.

 

“I have it all figured

out,” he continued, completely serious.

 

“I’ll just live in both houses.

 

I’ll spend Monday through Wednesday here with you and Kieran, and the rest of the week across town with her.

 

 

It’s the perfect compromise.”

 

I simply stared at him.

 

He was talking about splitting our family like he was scheduling a corporate meeting.

 

“Are you listening to yourself?” I finally asked.

 

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m agreeing to this.”

 

He just sighed, patted my shoulder, and walked directly into our bedroom.

 

 

I followed him as he pulled his duffel bag from the closet and started packing his clothes.

 

“You just need time to process it,” he said smoothly, heading for the front door.

 

“I’m going to Elena’s to give you space.