Nothing prepares you for the moment you think your marriage is crumbling—only to discover it’s actually being rebuilt.
When Shawn left for a sudden “business trip” before Christmas, my gut told me something was wrong. His evasiveness, the rushed goodbyes—none of it added up. On Christmas Eve, my suspicions were confirmed when I tracked his car to a nearby motel.
I stormed in ready to end our marriage… and found my long-lost father instead.
Shawn had spent months tracking him down after learning details from my late mother. He’d flown across the country to bring him home—wheelchair and all—for Christmas.
As I sobbed in my father’s arms, Shawn rubbed my back. “I wanted it to be perfect,” he said. And it was. Because after years of wondering why my dad left, I finally got to hear his side—and realize some love stories never truly end.
