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

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.

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.

Yes, I burned some dinners and even forgot to pack snacks, but I got better.

We settled into a rhythm that didn’t include waiting for her to come back.

I found a small circle of people I trusted, including our neighbor Fran.

She was a retired nurse who became like a grandmother to William.

She would babysit when I had to work late and read to him when I was too tired to keep my eyes open.

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