Chapter 1: The Receipt

"This vacation sucks and you suck." I saved four months for that resort, raising both kids alone since the divorce — My 7-year-old called his dad in front of me to say it again, and then my ex asked me for the phone.

My son called his father from a beach chair to tell him I'd ruined the week.

I'd been saving for that trip since February.

Four months.

Two kids.

Mia is five; Caleb is seven.

I've had them by myself since the divorce, and I wanted five days where nobody counted anything.

Day one, Caleb wouldn't get in the water because the pool "smelled."

Day two, he wouldn't be in a single photo.

When I asked him to walk down to the pier with Mia and me, he said, "Can you not do this?

Everyone can hear you."

Day three, I asked him to put the phone down for ten minutes at lunch.

"This vacation sucks and you suck."

He said it in his normal voice.

Not shouting.

Like he was telling me the time.

Mia stopped eating and looked at her plate.

I didn't say anything.

I sat there and counted the tiles on the floor.

Then Caleb picked up his phone and FaceTimed his father, at the table, three feet from me.

"Dad.

Can you come get me?

Mom's thing is a disaster.

Nobody wants to be here."

I could see Mark's face on the screen from where I was seated.

He was in his kitchen.

He had a dish towel over one shoulder.

He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Where is it you're staying, exactly?"

"I don't know.

It's like an hour from the airport.

It's not even on the beach; you have to walk."

"How much was it?"

"Ask her."

And there it was.

Fourteen years of us, five of them fighting about money — his face when I got the promotion, the way he said the word salary like it was something I'd done to him.

Now his son was handing him the receipt.

"Mark," I said.

"Don't.

Not in front of them."

"Is Mia there too?"

"She's right here."

He shifted the phone.

I couldn't see his face properly anymore, just the ceiling of his kitchen.

"Okay," he said.

"Give me a second."

Then: "Take the phone from him and put me on speaker.

I want them both looking at me when I say this."

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