His Minimalism Threw Away My Daughter's Heart

My husband lived by minimalism.

Three years of marriage, and our home was as bare as a model unit.

On our two-year-old daughter's birthday, the toys her grandparents brought through the front door went out the back the moment they left.

He kept saying the house didn't need that kind of clutter, that I had too much craving for things, that I didn't know restraint.

Then, a few days later, I got a photo of him at his "other home."

In it, he was sitting on a soft rug, holding the teddy bear he'd thrown out, coaxing a strange little boy to call him Daddy.