My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband. They would stay in there for more than an hour every night. When I finally asked her what they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” #4 #85

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My body went numb.

“What kind of games?” I asked.

She started crying even harder and shook her head.

“He said you’d be mad at me if I told you.”

I hugged her and told her I would never be mad at her. Never.

But she didn’t say anything else.

That night, I lay awake next to Mark, staring into the darkness, listening to him breathe as if nothing in the world continue reading …