My father is 65 years old, and he had an a.f.fair behind my mother’s back. Furious, I decided to follow him to a motel.
My father is now 65 years old. For decades, he hunched over working to support five people, never complaining. In my eyes, he was “the family hero.” But since the economic situation improved, I began to notice changes: he dressed more carefully, put a password on his phone, and went out every night with…
