My Husband Started Sneaking Out to His Van Every Night – When I Found Out the Truth, I Couldn’t Stop Crying

I held up the notebook.

“Explain,” I said.

All the color drained from his face.

He sat down slowly, like his knees gave out, and stared at the notebook.

“What is it?” I asked. “Why are you sleeping in the van, Jake?”

He wiped a hand over his face.

“I’m sick,” he said.

The room tilted.

“Sick… how?” I managed.

He stared at the coffee table.

“I went to the doctor a couple months before Theo was born,” he said.

“I thought it was stress. Chest tightness, headaches, just feeling off.”

He swallowed.

He said they used words like “aggressive” and “unpredictable” and “we don’t know the timeline.”

“They told me it could be months,” he said. “Or years.

There’s no way to know.”

My ears were ringing.

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