Last night, my husband made dinner.
I told my daughter that the food was ready and she could come get some food.
My husband and I sat down at the table to eat.
In case you don’t know, my daughter hides in her room when my husband is home.
I heard my daughter’s door open and then close again. But she didn’t come out of her room.
I left the table and went into her room. I asked her if she was going to get dinner. She just looked at me and told me that she wasn’t hungry.
I asked her if it was because of him. She nodded, yes.
I asked her if she was hunger. Again, she nodded, yes.
I went back out to the kitchen and fixed her a plate of food and took it to her. She told me thank you.
It made me think of those scenes in movies where they pass a tray of food to prisoners through a slot in the door.
Anyhow, after I finished eating dinner with him, I went and hung out with her for awhile in her room. She like that.
And maybe it eased my guilt a tiny bit.