Two years ago, Anna left me and our twin kids during a tough time after I lost my job. She walked out with little explanation, leaving me to juggle work, childcare, and mounting bills. The first year was brutal, but by the second year, I had rebuilt my life with a stable job and a routine that worked for us.Then, one day, I saw Anna at a café, alone and in tears. She looked worn and regretful. I approached her, and she admitted she made a mistake by leaving. She explained that she thought she could do better on her own but had struggled since. She begged to come back,
but I realized that, despite her hardships, she hadn’t truly considered the kids or our family.I rejected her plea, realizing that my children and I had built a good life without her. Anna had made her choice, and it was time for me to protect my kids and move forward. Later that night, as I watched my children laugh and thrive, I knew our chapter with Anna was closed.