When my husband walked out on me, he didn’t offer excuses. There were no drawn-out talks, no counseling sessions, no apologies. One evening, he packed a suitcase, stood at the front door of the home we’d shared for eleven years, and said, “I’m done, Rachel.”
Two weeks later, I learned the real reason.
He hadn’t left me for another woman.
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