At first, I didn’t understand what was going on. Mom blushed, her fingers pressed against the phone, as she giggled to some stranger on the other line. Her sweet, seductive tone threw me off, “It’s just a friend,” she said to me, and then continued her conversation. I hadn’t seen her that way in years. Mom spent most of the evening in her bedroom. She didn’t even come out to eat the pizza she ordered for us. I knocked on her bedroom door, and saw she was on the phone again. She had some sort of silky robe over sexy lingerie, so it was obvious she was up to something. “I’m getting ready, sweetie,” she said sweetly. Ready for what? Dinner? But I didn’t understand…Dad was at work all day. “I’m going to dinner with a friend of mine,” she said. “Yes, it’s a guy.” “What’s going on, Mom? Just tell me what’s going on,” I said, frustrated and confused. Then her tone changed. “Look…why don’t you just have a seat?” That’s when it all came together. She explained to me that Dad and her weren’t doing so well. “We’re getting separated,” she sighed. Divorced? What? She said that they were going to tell me next week at dinner, but I happened to find out sooner. “You’re actually going to go live with him,” she said.