I spent twelve years believing my ex-husband never mourned our son’s death… until after he died, his second wife handed me a box filled with letters proving he had been apologizing to our son almost every night for the rest of his life.
My son died in a car accident when he was only sixteen years old. And honestly? Part of me died with him. His name was Caleb. Messy brown hair. Terrible …
I spent twelve years believing my ex-husband never mourned our son’s death… until after he died, his second wife handed me a box filled with letters proving he had been apologizing to our son almost every night for the rest of his life. Read More