When my 14-year-old son, Mason, asked to live with his dad after the divorce, I said yes. Not because I wanted to — I would have kept him close forever if I could — but because I didn’t want to stand in the way of a father and son trying to rebuild something. I told myself I was doing the right thing. Giving space, not giving up. But in truth, the decision quietly broke me. At first, he called often — selfies, burnt pancakes, late-night movies with his dad, Eddie. I replayed those messages again and again, whispering: He’s okay....
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