I Helped a Young Mom with Her Baby in a Grocery Store – Three Days Later, a Large Black SUV Was Parked Right Outside My House

I thought it was just another exhausting grocery run after a long day at work. Then a stranger’s panic attack in aisle six set off a chain of events that reached all the way to my front door.

I’m 38 and divorced.

One day, he was complaining about the Wi-Fi. The next, he was gone.

That last part still doesn’t feel real.

I’m a mom of two teenagers, Mia and Jordan. I write technical documentation for a cybersecurity firm.

It pays well enough. It also melts my brain.

Three years ago, my husband decided he “needed to feel young again” and ran off with a woman three years older than our daughter. One day, he was complaining about the Wi-Fi. The next, he was gone. Continue reading…

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