My Husband Left Me with Our Six-Year-Old When Our Business Failed – Three Years Later, I Ran into Him at a Car Dealership, and He Was in Tears

Meanwhile, all I could think about was Colin wobbling on a bike in our apartment complex parking lot, asking if I thought Daddy would be proud.

“Colin learned how to ride a bike,” I said.

John’s face shifted. A small smile appeared almost reflexively.

“Yeah?

That’s great. When did that happen?”

“Last summer. Without training wheels.”

“Without training wheels?”

John’s smile faded.

He realized he hadn’t been there.

Not for the first wobbly attempt. Not for the scraped knee. Not for the moment Colin pedaled forward and yelled, “Mom, look!

I’m doing it!”

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