I was 41 years old at the time, weighed 300 pounds, and was raising our three children.
During the day, I worked in a school cafeteria, and in the evenings, I cleaned offices. By the time I got home, I often barely had the strength to stand.
Mike considered that my own neglect.
A week later, he moved in with Jessica, leaving me alone with three children, unpaid bills, and countless sleepless nights.
For a long time, my youngest daughter asked me the same question before bedtime:
“Mommy, if you lose weight, will Daddy come back?”
I had never heard anything more heartbreaking in my life.
But two years later, we had finally learned to live without Mike.
Until that Sunday, when the doorbell rang.
Standing on our doorstep was Mike, accompanied by his new fiancée, Jessica.
Jessica looked me up and down before smiling.
“Sarah, we’ve decided to give you a very special honor. We want you and the children to be the most important guests at our wedding.”