I Said Goodbye Once—That Was Enough

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not lov e our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then , his first love came back from overseas. That night, the e ver-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He evve n smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our s on wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck an d asked me in a soft voice, "Mommy, what's wrong with U ncle?" I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. M y eyes reddened as I explained, "Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn't bother him anymore. We're going to find a new home."