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

I held him so tightly my arms ached. “Of course he does, baby. Sometimes grown-ups just get confused about what’s important.”

But I didn’t believe it anymore.

And I don’t think Colin did either.

The nights were the hardest. After Colin fell asleep, I’d sit in the dark kitchen with cold coffee and let myself break in ways I couldn’t during the day.

I’d cry silently, my hands shaking, wondering how I was supposed to keep going.

But the thing about breaking? Eventually, you stop being afraid of it.

You learn that you can shatter into a thousand pieces and still get up the next morning.

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