I was home alone with our one-year-old when I suddenly got very sick—feverish, nauseous, barely able to move. I called my husband, begging him to come home. He promised he would, but hour after hour passed, filled with excuses: traffic, gas, finishing up.
When my fever spiked and panic set in, I texted his coworker. Her reply made my blood run cold. He hadn’t been at work at all. That was the moment I realized I wasn’t just sick—I’d been abandoned when I needed him most.