The divorce was finalized in early October. I was drained physically and emotionally.
I remember the day. I wore a dress my mother had made. I looked simple, thin, and frail, nothing flashy or sexy about me.
I’m sharing my letter that will give insight to all dads with little girls.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” Bob would say every night as his head hit the pillow. I had to trust him. Trust became more and more difficult as he and Cassie were going to Houston together every day.
I was pregnant with our second child, Damon when we moved into the house that I thought would be our forever home.
So many resilient women struggle with hard realities: ill children, major and minor disappointments in love, job problems, or no job, or, worse, no job skills.
We quickly made a trip to Port Neches to meet with Don and his wife Lyska. There was no question that Bob welcomed this opportunity. He would have what he wanted. They had a gentlemen’s agreement. We found a small house to rent and were able to sell our Houston house quickly. Life was exciting and the future looked fantastic.
In my little college I competed for roles in the various productions. The Director of the Drama Department ran it like it was a company. If we stayed through the two years, she promised to get us into any college in the country. She selected me for private prose presentation tutoring.
Gail Cawley Showalter 