They say neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never imagined mine would turn into both overnight. What started as a simple favor turned into a bitter feud and a twist that left us both reeling.When my husband, Silas, walked out of our lives six years ago, I never thought I’d find myself standing in my kitchen, scrubbing the same countertop for the third time, questioning how I became this version of myself. I’m Prudence, 48, a mother of two, trying to make ends meet while working remotely for a call center. Life didn’t exactly turn out as I’d hoped. Silas and I used to dream together about the life we wanted to build. But somewhere along the way, those dreams shattered, leaving me to pick up the pieces alone.
He walked out one evening, saying he needed “space to find himself,” leaving me with our eight-year-old son Damien and our baby daughter Connie. I guess he found more than space because he never came back. “Mom, can I have some cereal?” Connie’s small voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
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