I never imagined sitting across from the wife of the man who once promised me a future. When she asked to meet, fear set in—but avoiding the truth felt worse.
We met at a quiet café. She wasn’t angry, just exhausted from years of carrying responsibility. Then her young daughter looked at me and asked,
“Are you scared too?”
I nodded. In that moment, I realized how much fear we all shared.
The child spoke honestly about confusion and overheard arguments—no blame, just truth. Her mother explained that the marriage was ending, but not simply. There were years, children, and lives that mattered more than promises.
She wanted honesty, boundaries, and time.
As I listened, the future I’d imagined felt fragile.
Nothing was resolved when we left—but I was clear.
I couldn’t build a future on uncertainty or quiet harm.
Yes, I was scared.
But I was also responsible.
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