I read it again and again, hoping somehow I’d misunderstood. But there was nothing else. No apology. No explanation.
Then I heard tiny footsteps behind me.
“Dad… where’s Mom?”
It was Lily staring up at me. And in that moment, I realized Meredith was never coming back.
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The Divorce
The divorce papers arrived a week later. Meredith agreed to send child support checks, but she wanted no involvement with the children. No visits. No weekends. Nothing at all.
Five kids, and she abandoned every one of them. That was the part I could never understand.
A month later, I made the mistake of looking at her social media. There she was beside Calvin—her boss—smiling in some Instagram photo. His arm rested around her like it belonged there, like our family had never existed at all. It shattered me.
I deleted the app and never checked again. I didn’t have time to fall apart—I had five children depending on me.
Mornings became frantic routines of breakfast, backpacks, and missing shoes. Nights were homework, dinners, baths, bedtime fights, and exhaustion.
I failed a lot. Burned dinners. Forgot permission slips. But somehow we survived.
