I used to bite my tongue to keep the peace. I used to let things slide because I didn’t want to be the “crazy ex-wife.”
But I realized that being right is more important than being easy. Keeping my son safe is more important than Jasper’s comfort.
A month later, I was picking Howard up from his final cast check. He was walking with a slight limp, but he was mostly back to his old self. We were walking to the car when he stopped and looked up at me.
Being right is more important than being easy.
“Mom?” he said quietly.
“Yeah, buddy?”
“I don’t like keeping secrets,” he said.
I squeezed his hand. “You don’t ever have to do that anymore. Not for me, and not for anyone else. Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
We got into the car and drove home. The truth had been painful, and it had changed everything, but as I looked at my son in the rearview mirror, I knew it was worth it.
He’d never carry the weight of someone else’s lie again.
“I don’t like keeping secrets.”
