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 who would lay the world at their feet.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
I’m happy to say 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.
