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I Left My Grieving Wife After 5 Years… And I Don’t Regret It | Confess World
Five years. That’s how long I carried the weight of an entire household—alone. While my wife mourned the tragic loss of her parents, I became a husband, a father, a caretaker, and a silent sufferer. This is not a story of cruelty—it’s a story of breaking points, emotional exhaustion, betrayal, and choosing survival over silence.
In this deeply personal story, I open up about the pain of being a partner to someone who emotionally disappeared, the burden of solo parenting, and the moment I discovered the ultimate betrayal. This isn’t about blame—this is about reality, grief, burnout, and the quiet destruction of love.
If you’ve ever felt trapped by loyalty, guilt, or emotional neglect, this story might hit home.
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5 years. Imagine that number. 5 years of
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a marriage that wasn't a marriage.
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5 years of living with a ghost. 5 years
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of carrying the weight of an entire
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household, a grieving wife, and a
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growing child. All on my own shoulders.
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And then I left. I left my wife because
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she couldn't get over her parents dying.
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And frankly, I don't feel guilty about
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it. Not anymore. This isn't a story
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about a heartless husband. This is a
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story about a man pushed to his absolute
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breaking point, forced to choose between
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his own survival and a love that had
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become a suffocating shroud. This is
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about realizing that sometimes walking
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away is the only way to save yourself
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and perhaps even the other person. My
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wife Kaye was always very close with her
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parents. It was a beautiful bond, truly.
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But when they passed away in a car crash
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5 years ago, something inside her broke.
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She went into a deep slump, a darkness
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that consumed her. She wouldn't leave
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her bed, not literally. And I, her
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devoted husband, took on every chore,
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cared for our newborn by myself, tried
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to be her rock, her everything.
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The problem, the devastating,
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soulcrushing problem is that it's been
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like this for 5 years. For 5 years, she
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hadn't left her bed. And I mean that
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literally.
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She expected me to cook her meals, which
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I did. When I was at work, she ordered
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takeout, constantly racking up bills.
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We hadn't had intimacy in 5 years. I
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didn't even remember the last time she
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kissed me. She barely spoke to our
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daughter, who was now 6 years old,
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missing a mother she barely knew outside
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of a horizontal figure in a bed. I did
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every household chore myself. I worked
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60-hour weeks, sometimes more, just to
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keep our heads above water, to pay the
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bills, to provide some semblance of
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normaly for our child. I finally worked
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up the courage. I decided to put my foot
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down, not just for me, but for our kid,
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and yes, even for her. I sat next to her
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on the bed, took her hand gently in
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mine, and spoke softly, choosing my
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words with care. Kaye, I know it's hard.
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It's been really hard for both of us,
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but we can't keep going on like this,
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stuck in this endless sadness. Our kid
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misses you. I miss you, too. I miss
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hearing your laugh and seeing your
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smile. Please, for all of us, can you
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try to take even a small step forward
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with me? She looked back at me. I saw a
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singular tear fall down her cheek. She
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squeezed my hand weakly and whispered,
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"I don't know if I can." I felt
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something inside me snap. My patience, a
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well I thought was bottomless, was
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beginning to run dry. I told her, my
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voice rising. You have to get up. You
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have to. I don't care how sad you feel.
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You have to get up. She went silent. The
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air felt heavy, suffocating.
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Then my voice softer now, but laced with
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exhaustion.
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I can't keep doing this alone. I'm
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tired.
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She looked at me, her eyes hollow. "You
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have no idea how it feels to lose your
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parents," she said, her voice flat, and
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refused to speak to me after that. "That
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was it. That was the line," I yelled.
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The frustration of 5 years boiling over.
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"You're seriously telling me I don't
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understand what it's like to lose
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someone? You were getting your master's
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degree. You were studying to be
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something while you were in school.
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I supported you through everything. I
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paid for your tuition. I paid for the
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house that we're living in. I worked
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almost 70 hours a week to put food on
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the table for us while trying to be
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there for our kids. My voice cracked,
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the raw memory resurfacing. You remember
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it, don't you? During that time, Andrew
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died, my own brother. And I couldn't
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even attend his funeral because I had to
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work to put food on our table. When Drew
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died, I didn't have time to mope around
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and stay in bed every day. I had to get
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up and work even harder for you, for us.
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The tears were streaming down my face
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now. I was still here for you when you
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decided to leave school in the middle of
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the semester. I still paid for the full
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class.
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When you needed therapy, I paid for it.
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Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on
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or someone to be strong for you, I did
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it. I was there. I was depressed, Kaye.
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I didn't want to get out of bed in the
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morning. I didn't want to be the only
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one taking care of Connor, taking him to
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school every day before I work a 10-hour
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shift and not being able to greet him as
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he gets off the bus. I'm not trying to
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invalidate your feelings. But after 5
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years of grieving, I am tired, Kaye. She
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didn't say anything. She just looked at
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me, her face blank. I asked her if she
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had anything to say. She stayed silent.
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This infuriated me. It felt like I was
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talking to a brick wall. I woke Connor
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up, packed a small bag, and left the
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house for the night, getting a hotel.
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I needed some space, some air to
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breathe. On the drive there, Connor,
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innocent and observant, asked me why
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mommy wasn't coming with us. I told him
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she would rather stay in bed because she
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needed some rest. After we left, she
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kept calling me and texting me. I texted
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her back that I would see her in the
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morning, and she sent a text to come
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back home that instant, but I needed
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space. I turned my phone on do not
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disturb, tucked Connor into bed, and got
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his clothes ready for school the next
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morning. While he was asleep, I started
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writing a letter to give to Kaye. The
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next morning, I woke up Connor and drove
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him to school. Since our home was in
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between his school and my job, I stopped
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by the house and dropped off the letter.
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In it, I told Kaye how much I loved her
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and wanted the best for her. I
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reiterated everything I had said the
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night before, how tired I was, how I
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couldn't keep working 50, 60 hour weeks
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to support our family while I was the
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only one taking care of Connor.
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I was also the only one keeping up with
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the house, and it was getting worse.
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Clothes and dishes would often pile up
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in the sink and would still be there
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when I got home. The rooms were messy if
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I didn't straighten them up. and you
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could forget about dusting.
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After 5 years of keeping this up, I was
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burned out. At the end of the letter, I
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told her that if she couldn't help me
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with anything or get out of bed for
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herself, then I would have to get a
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divorce.
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I left the letter on the kitchen
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counter. I would normally buy or cook
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her breakfast, but I didn't have the
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time that morning, so I knew she would
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eventually come downstairs and see it.
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Around 11:0 a.m. while I was at work,
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Kaye called me. She was screaming,
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yelling on the phone. She asked me how I
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could treat her like that after she lost
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both of her parents. She said now I was
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making her lose her family, too. I told
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her that it wasn't the best time to talk
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about this and that we could discuss it
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when I got home. When I got home that
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night, I was greeted at the door by
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Kaye.
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This was the first time I'd seen her out
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of bed after I got off work in years.
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But it wasn't a pleasant surprise. She
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started screaming about the letter I
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dropped off, calling me selfish and a
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low life for wanting to break up our
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family. She was throwing things in the
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living room. She said that I was a
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failure at being a husband and a dad,
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and that I would never be half the man
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her therapist was. He would let her
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express herself and didn't judge her
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like I did. She spat.
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I let her get all of her emotions and
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words out, standing there, taking it all
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in. Then I wiped the tears from my face.
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Without a word, I left the house. I
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drove around, but not to the hotel this
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time. I drove around town under the city
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lights, trying to clear my head of all
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the hurtful things she'd said. But all
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that played through my mind were the
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last 5 years and the endless arguments.
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I couldn't imagine spending my life
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without Kaye. And I thought about how
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this could affect Connor. I considered
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couples therapy, but between the house,
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the kid, and only one income,
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I knew we couldn't afford both our
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individual therapists and couples
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therapy. I then began to think long
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term. Could I sustain this if she never
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decided to work again? I decided to
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drive back home and try to get some
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rest. I stayed in the guest room that
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night and didn't think Kaye heard me
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come in. I looked over at the clock on
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the nightstand and it read 3:24 a.m. I
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sighed and finally drifted to sleep. The
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next day, it was time to wake up to get
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Connor ready for school. I had only
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gotten 3 hours of sleep, and my body
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felt heavy, aching.
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I dragged myself to Connor's room
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to get him ready, then took him to
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school like I normally did. On that
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drive, I decided to call my boss to let
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him know I couldn't make it in today. I
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was too tired and felt completely
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drained from yesterday. When I returned
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home, Kaye was out of bed again. She was
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in the kitchen making breakfast. She
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jumped when she saw me and asked what I
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was doing at home. I told her I called
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out because I needed some rest and that
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I'd be going upstairs to go back to
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sleep. She had a weird look on her face.
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"We need the money," she snapped. "We
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can't afford to miss a day of work." But
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my body achd and my head was pounding
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from lack of sleep. I told her I needed
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rest and she slammed the pan on the
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stove.
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Well, go take care of something else
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around the house, she demanded. We need
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toilet paper and other groceries.
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She gave me a huge list and told me to
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go get the stuff we needed. I said that
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I'd take care of it sometime that
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weekend and headed upstairs. I guess
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there was some light to the situation.
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She was making food, something she
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hadn't done in so long, but I was just
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too tired to pay much mind to it.
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I went to the guest bedroom again and
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once my head hit the pillow, I was out
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like a light. I woke up just in time to
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pick up Connor from school. I didn't
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realize how sleepd deprived I was, but I
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felt way better physically.
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I picked up Connor from school and asked
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him how he was doing. He told me he was
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good and asked to get ice cream. I
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couldn't resist his little puppy eyes,
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so we went to his favorite ice cream
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parlor. I got strawberry and he got
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vanilla.
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I looked out the window of the parlor
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and saw a couple with their baby walking
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down the strip. The woman was laughing
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at something the husband said. Then the
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husband started playing peekab-boo with
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the baby and she giggled.
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I couldn't help but wish that our family
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could have been like that. That moment
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made me feel that the years were flying
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by and we were wasting them being sad
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and overworked.
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We finished our ice cream and headed
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home. Connor excitedly ran to our
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bedroom to greet Kaye. "Hey, Mommy. Are
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you feeling better?" he asked her. "I'm
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okay," she said. He hugged her and hoped
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she felt better soon.
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As he was walking out, she said, "Make
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sure you close the door behind you." I
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stood in the doorway looking at her
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until Connor walked past me and shut the
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door. The next day was a Saturday, and I
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didn't have to wake up as early to take
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Connor to school. Instead, I brought him
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to my mom's house because I had to go to
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my weekend job. It was at a fancy
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restaurant and the tips were nice. When
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I got there, Connor greeted his grandma
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and I hugged and kissed them both before
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I left. I headed to work and after
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serving a few tables, my manager walked
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up to me and told me that I could go
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home for the day. I asked him why and he
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said that there wasn't enough traffic
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coming through and he had too many
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servers on the floor eating up his
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profits. We were paid $2.13 an hour, but
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I didn't complain. I cleaned the rest of
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my tables and headed home. As I was
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pulling into the driveway, I noticed a
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car there that I hadn't seen before. I
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wondered if it was my mom driving one of
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her friends cars and visiting with
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Connor or maybe an Uber Eats driver.
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Kaye would always have food delivered to
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her. I didn't expect any company, but as
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I walked into the house, I heard someone
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laughing and screaming upstairs. It was
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Kaye. I dropped everything at the door.
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My heart hammered against my ribs. I
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hoped everything was okay. Adrenaline
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rushed through my veins as I ran up the
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stairs. I yelled her name, "Kaye, are
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you okay?" I got no reply. I rushed into
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the bedroom where she usually was. I saw
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that she was okay. More than okay. She
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was getting intimate with her therapist,
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Tad. Tad, the only person she would talk
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to about how she felt. She didn't even
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talk to me beyond the fact that she was
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depressed. He was the one she confided
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in for the past 5 years. And I was
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paying to have my wife cheat on me. How
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could you do this? I asked, my voice raw
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with disbelief and betrayal. After
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supporting you for the last 5 years, did
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you even think about how this would
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affect Connor? Was I not good enough for
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you? She stood there like a deer in
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headlights, frozen.
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Tad scrambled, fumbling to put his
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clothes on. "Stay right there," I
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commanded, my voice shaking. "I need
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answers, and I need them right now." She
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tried to defend herself, her voice a
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desperate rush. "He was the one that was
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there for me while you were working all
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the time. I felt isolated and lonely,
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and he was there for me.
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Do you remember why I had to work those
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long hours?" I retorted, my anger
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boiling over. She again said that when I
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got off work, I was too tired to get
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intimate with her or have a
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conversation.
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The only conversations we had were to
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blame her for how hard I had to work and
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press her to do things around the house
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or tell her how bad of a mother she was.
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We had that conversation one time, I
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yelled, the injustice of it all
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overwhelming me. After 5 years of your
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grieving, I said I was getting burned
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out and trying my best to keep our
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family together, and this was how I was
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repaid.
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I felt utterly betrayed, more
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disappointed than mad. I left the house
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to be with my mom for a bit. The next
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few weeks, I prepared the divorce
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papers. I didn't know how I would go
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about divorcing her or how we would
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split everything, but I knew it was time
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to get out of there. After finding out
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that Kaye was cheating on me with her
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therapist, I felt betrayed and hurt
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initially, but over time, I started to
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feel a sense of relief. I didn't have to
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worry about working so hard to provide
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for an entire family anymore. I often
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daydreamed about taking care of Connor
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on my own, downsizing the house, working
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only 40hour weeks, and living
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comfortably. And now that was within
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reach. Connor and I moved in with my mom
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as I started preparing evidence for my
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lawyer.
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It was difficult explaining to Connor
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that mommy and daddy weren't going to be
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together anymore.
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He cried for days and begged us to stay
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together. And I knew this was the only
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time I had to resist those puppy dog
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eyes.
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This wasn't about me anymore. It was
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about giving him a stable, loving home,
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even if it meant a broken