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My wife abandoned me and our children two years ago, at a time when things were at their worst.<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When Anna stormed out of our apartment with nothing but a suitcase and the cold, \u201cI can\u2019t do this anymore,\u201d I was left standing there with our four-year-old twins, Max and Lily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were a family for one minute, then I was alone with two kids and a mountain of expenses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was a software programmer at a computer business that promised great profits, but some shady things transpired, and it went bankrupt before we realized it. I went from earning a six-figure salary to receiving unemployment checks overnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I could see the disappointment in Anna\u2019s eyes the day I delivered her the news. She was a marketing executive and one of the most presentable women I\u2019d ever seen. But I never imagined she would depart during difficult times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I drove for ride-sharing businesses at night and delivered groceries during the day.<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

All the while, I was juggling childcare. Max and Lily were upset and kept asking about their mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fortunately, my parents were close. They assisted with the twins at night and whenever I needed them, but they were unable to assist financially.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max and Lily, however, were my lifeline. Their little arms around me at the end of a long day, their tiny voices whispering, \u201cWe love you, Daddy,\u201d pushed me forward. I couldn\u2019t let them down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m glad the second year after Anna went was so different. I got a freelance coding project, and the customer was so impressed with my skills that he offered me full-time remote employment with his cybersecurity firm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The salary wasn\u2019t six figures, but it was stable. We relocated to a cozier apartment, and I began to care for myself again. I went to the gym, cooked nutritious meals, and set a routine for the kids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, exactly two years later, I saw Anna again.<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

While Max and Lily were at preschool, I was at a caf\u00e9 near our new home catching up on work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sat alone at a corner table, head down, tears streaming down her cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This woman appeared worn. Her coat had faded, her hair was dull, and the heavy circles under her eyes indicated a lack of sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So what happened? Why was she crying in a random trendy coffee shop? I knew I shouldn\u2019t care. I should ignore her, finish my drink, and leave right away. But she was, after all, the mother of my kids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Her eyes met mine, and her expression changed from sh0ck to humiliation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving my cup and laptop on the table, I approach the woman who had broken our home.<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou left us. You walked out without any remorse. And now, two years later, I find you crying in a caf\u00e9? What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her head shook again. \u201cI can\u2019t explain it, but leaving you was so wrong. I lost my job almost immediately after. I survived on my savings; my parents sent me some money, but they cut me off after a few months. The people I thought were my friends disappeared when I needed them most.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI miss you,\u201d she croaked, sniffling. \u201cI want to come back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anna reached across the table, her hand hovering close to mine. \u201cDavid, please. I know I don\u2019t deserve it, but I\u2019ll do anything to make it right. I\u2019ve been living in cheap apartments, hopping from one temp job to another. I\u2019ve had time to think. I realize now what I lost.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled my hand back. \u201cYou didn\u2019t think about Max and Lily, did you? Not once in two years. In fact, you haven\u2019t even mentioned them since I sat down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I became increasingly disgusted as I reflected on the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cPlease, David. Just give me a chance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood, turning my back to her. \u201cNo,\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I returned to my table, snatched up my laptop, and left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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