I divorced Olly four years ago. After the divorce, we split the house in half. The kids were still young, with the elder only three and the younger only one at that time.
To avoid hurting the two sons, I accepted Olly's suggestion to divorce but stay in the same house.
We still lived together as a family of four.
Over the years, Olly adjusted his work situation. He used to be away on business trips for more than half a month and hardly ever around.
He changed jobs, reducing his business trips and spending more time with the kids and me.
Our relatives have been encouraging us to remarry, but I didn't expect him to bring home such a young girl.
"For the sake of the children," I thought to myself.
Over the years, for this reason, I stayed at home to take care of the children.
I had no personal life or job, doing some small side gigs. Most of the household expenses were covered by Olly.
I composed myself and went to the kitchen. I had bought some vegetables in the afternoon but hadn't washed them yet.
There was a small mirror in the kitchen, very tiny, placed there by my younger son, Tyler Barker.