I was thirty when my husband abandoned me—with newborn triplets.
Even now, twelve years later, saying that sentence aloud still feels unreal, like it belongs to someone else’s life. But it’s mine. Every sleepless night, every scar, every small victory traces back to that moment.
The Beginning
At eighteen weeks pregnant, I lay on the exam table, watching the flickering …
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