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

We cry. Sometimes both at once.

I still wish he’d told me sooner. But I understand why he did it.

He was scared.

He was trying to protect us and control something in a situation he couldn’t control.

Now, every night when he climbs into bed, wraps an arm around my waist, and steals my blanket, it feels different.

He doesn’t sneak out anymore.

No soft click of the door at 2 a.m.

No light in the van.

Just his stupid snoring, my cold feet tucked under his legs, our kids breathing down the hall, and this sharp awareness that none of it is guaranteed.

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