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

Just peanut butter sandwiches, apple slices, and a juice box. I pretended I wasn’t crying in the car after drop-off.

The other parents would chat about weekend plans and family vacations, and I’d smile and nod and feel like I was living in a different universe.

John never called. Never sent money.

Never sent a birthday card when Colin turned seven.

He never asked how his son was doing.

One night, Colin climbed into my bed, his stuffed bear clutched tight, and asked, “Does Daddy still love me?”

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