It was a work trip affair; she and I took too many shots and woke up to confusion, naked.

There’s no confusion on my wife’s end; her bags’ were packed — kids were too. There was nothing I could say; she wouldn’t look at me. We talked early on, “How was she?” she asked. The only answer I could muster was, “Good.”

No one’s home. Has been for years now. “It’s the price I paid,” I tell everyone.

It was a work trip affair. Now it’s me and two separate child support payments. I wish I could see my kids’ though.