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The next day, I walked into something unexpected.
When I came home the following evening, I saw suitcases by the door, lined up neatly like he had been planning this moment longer than I realized. My husband was packing to go stay with his parents. He said, “If you’re going to humiliate me in front of the kids like that, I’m not staying,” his voice controlled but distant, as if he had already left emotionally before the bags were even packed.
