My wife abandoned me and the kids, and her decision not only caused sadness and fury, but it also left me with a million questions from my daughters and the rest of my family—questions I couldn’t answer.

What I thought was a perfect ten-year marriage ended abruptly.
During the last few months of my marriage, Melissa became aloof and spent more time on her phone and social media than with the daughters.

It felt like something switched in her. She was no longer her old self.

And then, out of the blue, she told me she wanted out of the marriage.

“Melissa, it’s not just about you and I, we have two daughters together,” I tried to convince her to change her minds.

In the days that followed, my pleas evolved into begging, but she refused to listen.

“What is wrong, Melissa, we can work together on whatever makes you feel this way,” I said, but she seemed determined to leave.

We weren’t very wealthy, but we did have nannies for the daughters growing up and could afford to take family trips twice a year, but it appeared that my wife desired more.

“I’ve found myself,” she said. “I want something different.” She then packed her bags and left.

Heartbroken, I struggled to balance work, housework, and caring for my daughters. On top of everything, my entire family wanted to know why my marriage had burst like a bubble, and I had no answer.

The girls continued asking when Mommy was coming home, and their queries broke my world.

Worst of all, I was diagnosed with canc3r, but my wife fled before I could even tell her.
A few weeks later, I learnt the exact reason for Melissa’s decision. She was with another man, a financial consultant.

As I looked through his Instagram, I noticed photographs of them in costly 5-star restaurants and on trips to Paris.

My wife abandoned me and the kids so she could have fun, while her girls left empty gaps in their crayon drawings, hoping she would return.

It was agonizing, especially for Sophie and Emily, who missed their mother.

However, we eventually came to terms with Melissa’s absence. My days were spent trying to balance my commitments with the long and exhausting treatment sessions. My biggest anxiety was that my daughters might lose their father.

The following year was absolute torture. Chemo was horrible, causing me to vomit and barely stand on my legs. I lost my hair and a lot of weight. But I wouldn’t give up.

After all of my struggles, twelve rounds of chemotherapy, and several radiotherapies, I was finally cancer-free.

And then, two years after my wife abandoned us, I met her at a gas station and the meeting almost felt like poetic justice. Seeing her after that much time felt surreal. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Melissa, is that you?” I asked as soon as I got out of my car.

She appeared older and vulnerable, as if her entire world had shattered.

Melissa first avoided me, but eventually agreed to meet me at the local park.

The woman who was confident and desired more from life than being with her husband and children was suddenly crushed. She regretted her decision to leave and pleaded to be reunited with her girls.

“No, Melissa,” I said firmly. “They spent a long time feeling miserable because their mother had left them. But now they finally moved on an are thriving.”

Her new lover, Marco, turned out to be a fake, leaving her impoverished.

I even felt sad for my wife, who abandoned me and the kids and made poor decisions, but her tears did not influence my determination to not take her back.

Both I and my children deserved better.