The End of the Road March 2018 My ex-wife used to say my job was my mistress, and I chose my mistress over everyone. Those charged conversations from long ago rang in my ears as I stood in my office, boxing up the last of my belongings. Paul, you’ve lost your way. . . . We need you. . . . Even when you’re here you’re not really here. Lori was right about a lot of things. I wasn’t there for my family— not then and not now— not in the way they wanted me to be. Not in the way I wanted to be.