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

Our son, Colin, was already asleep when we got home. I checked on him like I always did, then went to the kitchen where John was standing by the sink, staring at nothing.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said, even though I didn’t know how.

He didn’t turn around.

“I need space.”

I froze. “What?”

“Space. Time to think.

I can’t breathe right now, Laura. I can’t think straight. I’m suffocating.”

I wanted to scream that I was suffocating too, that we had a six-year-old son who needed us both, that marriages don’t run on space… they need effort.

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