Skip to content No one would have known if I kept it. I could have justified it a hundred different ways—bills, responsibilities, survival. But I didn’t. And somehow, that decision came back to me in a way I never expected. I walked into the living room, and one of my kids looked up and asked, “Daddy, are you okay?” I smiled, a real one this time. “Yeah,” I said. “I think we’re going to be okay.” And for the first time in years… I actually believed it.
