“One day at a time!” I said. In the eyes of the law, I was no longer a widower. But in my heart, the woman I married was gone forever, leaving behind only a ghost of broken promises and shattered trust.
Two months later, I stood on our new balcony, watching Luke play in the backyard. We’d moved to a different city, a fresh start for both of us. It hadn’t been easy.
Luke still had nightmares and still asked about his mom. But slowly, we were healing. One day, my phone buzzed with a text from Stacey.
“Please, let me explain. I miss Luke so much. I’m feeling so lost.
My boyfriend broke up with me. 😔🙏🏻”
I deleted it without responding. Some bridges, once burned, can never be rebuilt.
She’d made her choice, and now she had to live with it. As the sun set on another day, I hugged my son tight. “I love you, buddy,” I whispered.
He grinned up at me, his eyes shining with trust and love. “I love you too, Daddy!”
And in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay. It wouldn’t be easy, and there would be tough days ahead.
But we had each other, and that’s what mattered most.
