On Lucas’s first day of school, I wanted everything perfect. But my husband Travis was distant, always late, always cold. He finally showed up at school — only for me to hear his teacher call Lucas “Jamie.” And shockingly, Lucas answered to it.
Later, I followed Travis when he took Lucas “to his mom’s.” They ended up at the teacher’s house. Lucas ran in like he belonged there — and Travis kissed her. She had lost a son named Jamie, and Travis had let ours play that role.
He called it comfort. I called it betrayal. I walked away, took Lucas, and rebuilt my life. Travis lost his marriage, his home, and the family he had thrown away.
