I came home to an empty house and my wife and kid missing. It would be dumb to say there were no signs of divorce but up until the last few hours she was telling me how much she loved me, hugs and kisses. We even did that cringy shit where I’d say “happy wife?” and she always said “yes”.

Apparently she got extremely depressed around the same time her family doctor put her on Adderall. She would spend the next two years slipping away, hiding from our son when I was at work and just cried herself to sleep.

I had no idea. I have all the means to afford the help she needed but on that fateful day, I felt like I was hit by a fucking truck.