The Story Starts Below
My world fell apart twelve years ago. I was left alone with our four children and a divorce decree so icy it hardly seemed real after my wife abruptly left. We were a family one minute, and then I was attempting to soothe yelling kids while feigning that I wasn’t going through a mental breakdown. The most challenging aspect? I was explaining to my three-year-old why his mother was not returning. I had wounds to somehow heal, lunches to pack, and diapers to change, so I didn’t have time to mourn. But I persisted, year after year, day after day. When she arrived at my home one day, her face turned pale the once she saw what I had done.
The Story Starts Below
Holding It Together
My world felt like a glass falling from a height after Charlotte left. But I had to keep things going because the kids needed me. I put on a brave front for everyone by getting up early every morning to prepare breakfast and pack lunches. “Where’s Mom, Dad?” ‘She’s away for a long, honey,’ I would simply reply with a smile when Eva asked. I wasn’t perfect, but we were making ends meet.
Holding It Together
