My Sister Told Me to Clean Her Shoes at the Country Club. I Threw Them Away and Drove Home. Weeks Later, I Had 49 Missed Calls.

but leaving leaving—moving to California, starting over, pursuing what he called “a more authentic life,” which turned out to mean a thirty-four-year-old yoga instructor named Harmony and a condo in San Diego where he could pretend he’d never had a family in Connecticut.

I remember waiting for our world to fall apart. I remember expecting tears and continue reading …