Mr. Fluffy Took My PlaceNatalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll.
She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad.
Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost.
At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers.
Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain.
She slapped me—full drama mode.
"It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?"
Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare.
I shrugged, smirking.
"You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"