Oakleigh
As I was unloading my children from the car, Carrington pulled up to take care of the house. Despite my initial reservations, I eventually extended an invitation for him to join us for dinner. Over the course of our meal, we discussed our connection and Carrington expressed a deep sense of remorse for the way things had transpired between us. Given the struggles my father had endured with PTSD, I was unwilling to compromise and insisted on a full commitment from him. While he understood my position, Carrington seemed uncertain about sharing his own experiences from his time serving in Afghanistan.
"Can we please just figure out how to talk to each other like grown-ups? Our kids are the ones who are going to pay the price if we can't get our s**t together. Look, I get it, we don'
