The morning of my father's funeral, I just lay in bed and think about all the events from the past few days. When his wife, Jennifer got the call, she came to plan everything out. I was surprised when she called the other day and asked me out to lunch when she arrived. I met her at a little coffee shop and she looked almost the same as when I was little. I didn't know how the conversation would go so my nerves were all over the place.
When I sat down, she looked at me for a second before speaking. "You did what I spent every night wanting to do"
My eyes widen a bit at her words. "What?"
"I thought he loved me. I had a baby and when she turned three, he start disciplining her a little more aggressive than I liked so I brought it up to him and we ended up fighting. For almost a year, he a
