When I got sick a couple of years back, my father-in-law (FIL) was the one who stayed at the hospital. Sean stopped by once. Peter stayed daily. My FIL even watched the kids when I couldn’t.
And somehow… he became my only support.
Only one person didn’t abandon me.
So when everything finally broke, when Sean brought another woman into the house and told me I had to leave, I had nowhere to go. See, I don’t have parents or relatives. I’m an orphan.
I refused to leave the kids, packed what I could, and we drove to Peter’s place.
I didn’t call my FIL.
But when we arrived, he opened the door, looked at the kids and me, and stepped aside.
No questions.
Sean brought another woman.
That night, after the kids were asleep, I sat at Peter’s kitchen table trying to think.
“I don’t have anything,” I said. “Your son made sure of that.”
Peter sat across from me.
“You have your kids,” he said.
“That’s what he’s trying to take.”
My FIL didn’t respond right away. Then he said something I didn’t expect.
“If you want to protect yourself… and the kids… You need to marry me.”
I stared at him. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
