When Everything Fell Apart

I was eight months pregnant when my husband left.

The crib was still unfinished.

The nursery still smelled of fresh paint.

Our future still seemed intact—until it wasn’t.

One moment I was preparing for the arrival of another child. The next, I was trying to understand how a family of nine would continue without the person who had promised to walk beside us.

Some losses arrive gradually.

Others enter through the front door, pick up a suitcase, and leave.

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