I sat in my car, letting memories wash over me. My name is Giselle, and life has taken turns I never expected.
Tanner and I met in college and married young, dreaming of a bright future. But one fundamental difference shattered us: I wanted children; he didn’t. Our love strained under unmet expectations until, finally, we divorced.
Years later, I spotted Tanner at a store, his cart full of children’s toys. Confused and heartbroken, I followed him. Instead of going to a family home, he unloaded the toys at a storage unit. My mind raced with possibilities.
Determined for answers, I confronted him. His truth stunned me: every Christmas, he dressed as Santa, delivering gifts to underprivileged kids. Inspired by a childhood memory of kindness, he dedicated himself to giving back.
Realizing I had misunderstood him, I offered to help. We spent weeks preparing, and on Christmas Eve, we delivered joy together. That night, I felt peace I hadn’t known in years.
We weren’t meant to be as husband and wife, but we had found a new purpose—spreading kindness, together.
