I raised my fiancé’s 10 children after he left us; 30 years later, his lawyer showed up at my door and said, “He asked me to give you this envelope today.”

one, each of my children read the letters he had written to them decades earlier.

Some laughed.

Some cried.

Some simply stood in silence.

When it was my turn, I placed my hand against the cool stone.

“I was so angry,” I whispered.

“I wasted thirty years asking why you left.”

“I should have spent them appreciating what we had before you did.”

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