Mommy, Please Divorce Daddy

Summary

The seventh time Dante Moretti served me divorce papers, I was sitting with my son in a cheap diner on Chicago's South Side.

I forced a smile and brushed my hand over my son's hair. "Just wait a little longer, sweetheart. This time, Mommy will get custody of you."

He stayed quiet for a long moment.

Then he looked up and asked, “Mommy, how much do you need to sell me for before you're happy?”

Before I could answer, he pulled a handwritten divorce agreement from his backpack and pushed it toward me.

"I know you keep fighting Dad for me because you want more money from him."