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

“Preparing for what?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“For if I’m not here,” he said. “For them. For you.”

He told me about the voice recorder.

He’d been recording bedtime stories.

Letters for future birthdays. Messages for when they’re teenagers and hate us.

He’d been writing to them about who he is. How we met.

What he loves about them.

“I wanted them to know me,” he said. “Not just ‘Dad got sick and then he was gone.’”

I swallowed. “Did you write anything for me?”

His face crumpled.

“You’re the one I’m most scared of leaving,” he said.

“So yeah. Most of it is for you.”

That broke something in me.

I started sobbing. Ugly, loud crying.

Theo woke up and started wailing. Maddie wandered in, confused, and climbed into my lap saying, “Mommy sad?”

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