Devastated After Burying My Wife, I Took My Son on Vacation
My Blood Ran Cold When He Said, ‘Dad, Look, Mom’s Back!’
I thought I’d buried my wife, Stacey, two months ago. I’m Abraham, 34, widower, raising our 5-year-old son, Luke. The funeral was quick, her parents handled everything, and I didn’t get to say goodbye. Nights were filled with Luke asking about his mom, and our home felt empty.
On a beach trip to lift our spirits, Luke shouted, “Mom’s back!” My heart stopped—there she was, alive, with another man. Later, she admitted the truth: an affair, a pregnancy, and a plan to disappear while letting me grieve.
I carried Luke away, telling him, “I love you enough for both of us, buddy.” Weeks later, lawyers awarded me full custody, alimony, and a gag order. Stacey’s text months later—apologizing, asking to explain—was deleted.
Some bridges can’t be rebuilt. Holding my son close, I whispered, “I love you, buddy.”
“I love you too, Daddy!” And in that moment, we knew we’d be okay.
