Brian had just quit his job and I was pregnant with our first child.
We figured we would stay with them until Brian could find a job again, and then we would move out. It seemed like a hunky-dory idea, Sarah and Dan, me and Brian — the four of us living happily together, under one roof.
One night, we went to dinner and then I took him to the dance studio where I do ballroom dancing.
We don't want the kids to know though, so it's like, "I'll meet you at the parking lot around the corner in five minutes!
Since we got divorced, the kids spend half the week with me and then half the week with Brian.
It was awful when I first left because James was only a few months old and I was nursing.
Like one time I remember, when they went to "drop off the trash" — because we were in a rural area of New England and didn't have garbage pickup — and they were gone for two hours. "After I caught them, I didn't move out right away.