What I do know is this: my husband didn’t just leave me with grief. He left me with false grief, with a front door I watched for years, with a lake I begged for answers, and with boys I loved living a whole life somewhere else while I thought the world had taken them.
But one thing shifted the day I watched that video: I stopped waiting for Ryan to come home.
I don’t know if I can forgive him. But I can’t keep living like he’s coming back.
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