Heather was quiet for a moment.
“Natalie. I need to apologize the right way.”
“You already did.”
“Not for everything.”
I sat down.
“I’m listening.”
She took a breath.
“When Seth told me you wanted to stay home, I was so relieved. So relieved that I didn’t ask any of the questions I should have.”
I waited.
“I knew it was a ton of work. I knew it would save me a fortune. And I never once stopped to think about what you’d be giving up.”
Her voice wobbled.
“I told myself you must really want to do it. Because that was easier than asking you and hearing you say no.”
I looked out my window. A neighbor was carrying groceries in from her car. An ordinary Sunday. On an ordinary street.
My whole life felt upside down.
“I do love your kids,” I said.
“I know you do.”
“But loving them doesn’t mean I agreed to raise them.”
She was quiet for a second.
“You’re right.”
I waited for the “but.”
It didn’t come.
“I have to figure out how to take care of my kids,” Heather said. “That’s my job. Not yours.”
It was the first real, direct conversation we’d ever had. Just the two of us. No Seth in the middle.
After we hung up, I sent her the county referral number.
Then I went into my bedroom.
My wedding dress was still hanging on the closet door. I’d been too tired to put it away.
I ran my fingers down the lace sleeve.
I remembered standing in the bridal shop with my mom. Her telling me I was beautiful. Me looking in that mirror and picturing a whole life with Seth.
A husband. A house. Maybe kids of our own someday.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and cried.
Not because I regretted walking out of that church.
Because I’d wanted that life so badly.
Around four, Heather texted.
Colin switched two shifts. He can take the kids Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve got one personal day left and my supervisor approved it for Monday. Still working on Thursday and Friday.
I read it twice.
Her problems weren’t magically solved. She still needed Thursday and Friday. She might have to take unpaid time off. She might have to pay more than she could really afford for a while.
But she was handling it.
And on Monday morning, her kids would be taken care of. Without me giving up my job.
I wrote back: I’m so glad you’ve got a plan for the first few days. I hope you find something that works.
She replied: Thank you. And Natalie? I’m sorry about your wedding.
I looked at that for a long time.
Me too, I typed.
That night, I laid out my clothes for work. Navy slacks. A pale blue blouse. Comfortable shoes.
I set my alarm for 6:30.
Such a simple thing.
But after finding out how hard Seth had worked to make my choices for me, deciding where I’d spend Monday morning felt like something that mattered.
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