Wright Love Wrong Time
“God, please,” I prayed. “Don’t let me fail my sons.” I wasn’t asking for happiness. I was asking for stability. For something steady. For someone steady. And then, somewhere between exhaustion and loneliness, the Tinder Dating app happened. A girlfriend called me one night and said, “No baseball practices, no baseball games I hear, so get your ass over to my house and have a glass of wine with me. Let the kids do homework, come over for a few hours and be back home by 8.
