Ex-Husband's Regret
I ask, even though the words scrape out of me like they’re covered in barbed wire.
I’m trying to swallow the pain clawing its way up my throat, but it feels like it’s hellbent on devouring me. I don’t want them to forget their mom. I know Chloe wasn’t in their lives long, but she was still their mother and the thought of them moving on without her, of replacing her, I can’t stomach it. I can’t fucking bear it.
“I’ll always love Mom,” he whispers. “But she isn’t coming back. Isn’t that what happens when someone goes to heaven?”