My Wife Walked Out on Me and Our Four-Year-Old Son After We Moved to a Small Town – Two Years Later, I Saw Her Again at a Grocery Store

She hated it from day one.

I wanted to fight her on it, tell her it wasn’t forever, but I just nodded. I understood because I hated it too. But I kept it inside because someone had to keep things steady.
Lucy had always been the free-spirited one, the creative one. I used to love that about her. After marrying, she stopped working, saying she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.

Six months later, she packed a bag and left.

I used to love that about her.

She said she felt “stuck,” so she left. But it wasn’t just me she walked out on. She also abandoned little William.

Her departure came with no warning and no tears. Just a note that read, “I can’t do this anymore.”

I reread that note every night for weeks — first in disbelief, then in anger.

Ultimately, I just read it out of habit, as if it might suddenly mean something different.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

But I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart.

I stayed and was overwhelmed with kindergarten drop-offs, lunchtime tantrums, doctor visits, and bedtime books. It was all up to me amidst work deadlines and more. But I was resilient and learned fast.

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