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

You learn how to put yourself back together.

By the second year, things started to shift.

Not in big, dramatic ways. Just small ones. I got a better job.

Colin laughed more. We had a routine that didn’t feel like drowning.

I started picking up freelance gigs online at night.

Colin started reading chapter books.

He’d curl up next to me on the couch and read aloud, stumbling over big words.

By the third year, I could breathe again. Not easily, but I could breathe.

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