Sometimes his ex answered the door and told him that she simply couldn’t make the children come to the door. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked. “Carry them to your car kicking and screaming? It’s your fault they don’t want to be with you. It really isn’t my problem, and I wish you would stop blaming me for your poor relationship with the children.” As he dejectedly walked back to his car, he thought: What’s the point? Why should I keep doing this? It’ll never change.
