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Let's Get A Divorce

All my son Andy wanted for his last birthday was a trip to Disneyland. "Just the three of us," he said. But getting Kyle, my husband, to agree was like pulling teeth. He never really cared, but what could I do? It was my son's wish, so I begged him nonstop until he finally gave in. The night before we were supposed to leave, Kyle disappeared. No text, no notice... nothing. So, Andy never got his Disneyland trip. His wish died with him, and I had to deal with the funeral all by myself. While I was mourning, I saw a photo on my sister's Instagram. There was Kyle, looking all happy. The caption even read: "I said I wanted to attend this concert, and he drove me thousands of miles to watch it!!!" Was I hurt, though? Not really. Typical Kyle, always there for Aria. We were never his priority.