My Wife Walked Out on Me and Our Four-Year-Old Son After We Moved to a Small Town – Two Years Later, I Saw Her Again at a Grocery Store

We used to live in the city. I had a good job, big plans, and a life that made sense. Then I got laid off. My company downsized, and just like that, I went from team lead to job seeker with a toddler and a mortgage to pay.

Then I got laid off.

The only job offer that came in was from a small town three hours away. I took it. There wasn’t time to be picky.

Lucy, my wife, and I had a four-year-old boy, William, and bills that didn’t wait for dreams to come true.

She hated it from day one.

“You dragged me here,” she said a week after the move, standing barefoot in the middle of our new kitchen.

The boxes were still taped shut around her. “There’s nothing here for me, Brian. I don’t know anyone. The grocery store closes at 8. I mean, who lives like this?”

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