My wife Melissa walked out on me and our two daughters without warning. One day she was a mother and a partner, and the next, she was a stranger—cold, distant, glued to her phone, and uninterested in our family. I begged her to talk to me, to let us fix whatever she felt was broken, but she was already gone in her heart.
Then she said the words that shattered everything:
“I want something different.”
She left with hardly a goodbye, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces—cooking, working, caring for the girls, answering their heartbreaking questions about why mommy wasn’t coming home. What made it worse was the secret I hadn’t had time to share: I had cancer.
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