Unfortunately, I do love a grocery store at 7 a.m. and dinner for one. The unapologetic list of things we're done explaining, whatever our life looks like.

Four women, one question, four completely different and completely correct answers. Except one. Every single woman said the same thing: your own money.

There's no funeral for a father who opts out. No casseroles, no cards. Just the mother who carried everything, grieving someone who is still alive. A grief we were never allowed to name.