My Wife Walked Out on Me and Our Four-Year-Old Son After We Moved to a Small Town – Two Years Later, I Saw Her Again at a Grocery Store

Yes, I burned some dinners and even forgot to pack snacks, but I got better.

We settled into a rhythm that didn’t include waiting for her to come back.

But I was resilient and learned fast.

I found a small circle of people I trusted, including our neighbor Fran. She was a retired nurse who became like a grandmother to William.

She would babysit when I had to work late and read to him when I was too tired to keep my eyes open.

And Lucy? She didn’t call. Not once.

She didn’t call.

Two years passed.

I hadn’t seen my ex-wife since the day she disappeared.

But as fate would have it, I ran into her at the grocery store.

It was one of those ordinary Wednesdays when I had raced in on my lunch break, trying to remember which cereal Will had declared the “only one he liked now.”

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