After I lost my job, my wife left me and our children. Two years later, I unexpectedly ran into her at a café, and she was in tears

That first year was pure hell. Between the crushing loneliness, the constant worry about money, and the exhaustion of juggling work and childcare, I felt like I was drowning.

I drove for ride-share companies at night and delivered groceries during the day. All the while, I was juggling childcare. Max and Lily were heartbroken and asked about their mother constantly.

I tried to explain as best as I could to four-year-olds that Mommy was gone for a while, but they didn’t seem to understand.

Luckily, my parents were nearby. They helped with the twins at night and whenever I needed them, but they couldn’t help financially. They were already retired and struggling with the rising cost of living.

Max and Lily were my lifeline, though. Their little arms wrapping around me at the end of a long day, their tiny voices saying, “We love you, Daddy,” kept me going. I couldn’t let them down. They deserved at least one parent willing to lay the world at their feet.

I’m happy that the second year after Anna left was much different. I landed a freelance coding project, and the client was so impressed with my abilities that he offered me a full-time remote position with his cybersecurity firm.

The pay wasn’t six figures, but it was solid. We moved to a cozier apartment, and I started caring for myself again. I hit the gym, cooked real meals, and created a routine for the kids. We weren’t just surviving anymore; we were thriving.

And then, exactly two years after Anna left, I saw her again.

I was at a café near our new place, catching up on work while Max and Lily were at preschool. The smell of roasted coffee beans filled the air, and the soft hum of conversations made it a good place to focus.

I didn’t expect to look up and see her.