Two years ago, my wife, Anna, walked out on me and our four-year-old twins, Max and Lily. She packed a suitcase, said, “I can’t do this anymore,” and left without looking back. We’d already hit rock bottom—my tech company had gone bankrupt, and overnight, we lost everything. I thought we’d face it together. Instead, Anna walked away from the mess.
The first year was hell. I worked nights driving ride-share and delivered groceries by day, trying to keep food on the table and smiles on my kids’ faces. They asked for Mommy constantly. I had no answer—just exhaustion and quiet rage.
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