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

“That’s not my decision to make anymore,” I replied. “It’s Colin’s.”

Then I walked past him toward my car.

John didn’t follow me.

I unlocked the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and looked in the rearview mirror. John was still standing there, staring at the ground like it might open up and swallow him.

Colin’s booster seat was in the back.

His drawing of our family (just the two of us and our dog) was clipped to the visor.

I started the engine.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced back one more time. John hadn’t moved.

And I understood something I hadn’t expected to feel. Not anger or satisfaction.

Just clarity.

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