My Wife Left Me and Our Kids After I Lost My Job — Two Years Later, I Met Her by Chance in a Café, Crying

Two years ago, I thought I’d hit rock bottom. Then I discovered it was possible to fall even further.I was thirty-eight, married for nearly twelve years, with two kids, a two-year-old son, Caleb, and a five-year-old daughter, Lucy. My wife, Jenna, and I had built what I thought was a stable, happy life together. We had our small but cozy home, a dog named Max, and a routine that made sense. I worked as a project manager for a logistics company, and Jenna worked part-time at a local boutique so she could spend afternoons with the kids.

Then, on an ordinary Friday, everything changed.My boss called me into his office. The company had been losing clients for months, and despite promises that my position was “secure,” I was handed a severance package and shown the door.I remember sitting in my car in the parking lot afterward, staring at the steering wheel, feeling like the air had been sucked out of my chest. All I could think was: How am I going to tell Jenna?