Abandoned by My Husband at Our Anniversary Dinner — A Small Note Gave Me a Reason to Keep Living

shaking as I opened it.

It wasn’t from my husband. It was written in slightly uneven handwriting: “Call me.” Under it, a phone number. I laughed.

Out loud. A strange, cracked sound that came out between sobs. It felt absurd, almost offensive, like a bad romantic comedy intruding on my tragedy.

Really? Now? I thought.

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