Two years ago, my wife Anna walked out on me and our four-year-old twins after I lost my job. She left with just a suitcase and the words, “I can’t do this anymore.” I stood there, holding Max and Lily, wondering how to explain to two children why their mother had vanished. The first year nearly broke me. I worked nights driving and days delivering groceries, barely sleeping, all while raising two kids who cried for their mom. My parents helped where they could, but it was still a constant battle just to stay afloat.
