I Watched Her Leave

I messed up. Big time. My wife, Sarah, she was always the strong one. Always holding us together, me and the kids. I was... I don't know, distracted. Work, mostly. Always chasing the next promotion, the next deal. I told myself I was doing it for them, for our future. But really, I was just gone. Emotionally, mentally, just... not there.

She started telling me she felt alone. I brushed it off. Said she was being dramatic. God, I hate myself for that. Then she started going out more, 'girls' nights,' she said. I didn't even question it. Too busy patting myself on the back for being such a great provider.

Then one day, she just left. Not like, a dramatic fight. Just... gone. A note on the counter saying she couldn't do it anymore, that she deserved to be happy. I stood there, holding that note, watching her car pull out of the driveway. And I did nothing. Just watched her go.

Now the house is empty. The kids are with her. And all I can think about is how I failed her, how I failed them all. I had it all, and I threw it away for a stupid corner office and a fatter paycheck. I pray she can forgive me someday, but I don't know if I can forgive myself.