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I am a stay-at-home-dad. My wife, Wendy, had to return to work this week on the days between medical appointments. Trying to return to something approximating normalcy.
I didn't expect to break down crying when I ran across one of her bras that hadn't been folded in the laundry.
It's the first day we've been apart from each other since she got the news and I don't know which is harder: Being with her and sucking it all in so she has a strong shoulder to lean on or being apart and letting myself go.