When my husband left me during

It wasn’t dramatic at first—just subtle.

My husband stopped sitting beside me on the couch.

He also started answering texts with his body angled away from mine. When I asked, “Who keeps messaging you this late?” he’d just shrug and say, “Work stuff. Don’t start.”

But I wasn’t trying to start anything. I was just trying to hold our whole world together.

One night, while both babies were finally asleep, Thatcher sat across from me and said calmly, “I want a divorce.”

There was baby formula drying on my shirt. I remember that detail more than anything else.

I actually laughed because the words didn’t even register in my brain.