My first marriage had been filled with arguments. I’d promised myself the second would be peaceful.
Unfortunately, I confused peace with silence.
« She’s still adjusting, » Richard would say.
« Richard, it’s been three years. »
« Her mother and I had a difficult divorce. »
Ashley even started calling me « Ducky. »
« That doesn’t excuse her behavior. »
« Just give her time. »
So I did.
I even organized Ashley’s twenty-fifth birthday for free.