A Daddy gets over his divorce with his daughter's help.

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I slammed the door after I made it into the house. I was angry, frustrated, fed up, but to my surprise, not a bit sad. The divorce was final. After five years of arguing, ultimatums, and I suspected, adultery, I gave up trying to save a dying marriage.

I threw the manila envelope down on the counter and grabbed a beer out of my refrigerator. It was mine now. Entirely. Everything was. Jo hadn't wanted anything, except freedom. The kicker was, she wasn't relieved to be rid of me, but instead the burden of our daughter, Daneesha.

As if...