I stood there with our four-year-old twins, Max and Lily, when Anna left our apartment with nothing but a suitcase and a frosty “I can’t do this anymore.” My heart was broken, but my dignity was shattered. She didn’t even give me another look; a switch had simply flipped. We were a family one moment, and then I was by myself with two children and a ton of bills the next. This all happened because I had lost my job, and we lived in one of the nation’s most costly cities. I’d been a software engineer for a tech company...
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