I’m Jake, 32, a dad who learned the hard way that love can crack without warning—but it can also reshape itself into something steadier if you let it. My daughter Allie is three, right in that magical stage where everything is a discovery and her joy comes at you at full speed. Our days used to start with her squealing “Daddy!” as she launched herself into my arms, and no matter how exhausted or stressed I was, that sound made the whole world brighter. For a long time, things at home felt normal. Not perfect—no marriage ever is—but stable. Sarah,...
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