The divorce was swift, and while the settlement was small, it gave us a fresh start in a modest home.Stan’s child support payments stopped after six months, and it became clear he had abandoned his children too.Three years later, I had rebuilt my life.
My kids were thriving, and our home was full of love. That afternoon, I saw Stan and Miranda at a café, both looking worn and broken. Stan, in a desperate attempt to make amends, asked if he could see the kids. But I had no interest in letting him back into our lives. I handed him my number, told him if the kids wanted to talk, they’d call, and walked awayI smiled as I drove off, not because of his fall, but because I had built a life full of love, resilience, and independence that no one could take away.