For almost four years I held onto a feeling that I had somehow done something wrong—that I hadn’t tried hard enough, that I had somehow failed my daughter.
In May 2008 my daughter’s father had arrived home after staying out all night. He told me he no longer loved me, found me attractive, or even fancied me, and that at eight years younger than him I was “too old.”
I was completely stunned.
While our relationship had many of the usual flaws, we had never fought, and I’d believed him one month prior, after we bought a new home together, …