They hadn’t.
They’d let themselves wait.
There’s a difference, and I built a whole company on it.
My daughter Sophie does our design now.
My son Daniel, who’s an accountant, keeps our books and jokes that he’s “the anti-Chelsea,” which makes me laugh every time even though I’ve asked him to stop.
Gerald and I are — civil.
The truth conversation with the kids happened, exactly as I required, at a very tense dinner where he said the actual words out loud.
It didn’t fix everything.
But my kids stopped looking at me like a victim, and started looking at me like what I am, which is their mother who built something and then built it again.
Chelsea and Gerald lasted, in the end, about eight months past the gala.
I feel no particular way about it.
Turns out the thing that attracts a certain kind of man to a certain kind of situation isn’t love — it’s the story he gets to tell about himself.
