He Walked Out on Us. Two Years Later, He Walked Into My Café.
In the months after Lucas left, I had no choice but to rebuild—piece by piece. I took on every responsibility: finding steady work, enrolling Judy in daycare, and starting the long process of divorce. It wasn’t easy. Lucas fought me at every turn—not because he wanted to stay, but because he didn’t want to pay child support.
Almost a year later, the divorce was finalized. The judge ruled in my favor. The monthly payments were modest, but enough to help cover expenses and tuck a little away for Judy’s future. The painful part wasn’t the money—it was knowing he had no interest in her life at all.
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