In 2012, my husband took my 14-year-old son on a 3-day fishing trip. They sent me postcards from there. Recently, I found those cards and mentioned to my son how proud his dad had been of that trip. My son looked at me and said, “Mom, we didn’t go fishing. Take a closer look at the postcards. Dad was actually looking for a place to move out. The fishing trip was just an excuse.”

I looked closely and was horrified to notice a small brand stamp indicating they were from a state far away—nowhere near where I thought they had gone. Suddenly, everything clicked. It explained why, not long after that trip, my husband decided to separate and move out.

At the time, the news of our separation was shocking, but discovering this now cuts even deeper. For years, I had cherished the memory of that “fishing trip,” believing it was one of their final father-and-son bonding moments before our marriage ended. But now I know the truth—my husband was already searching for apartments, and my son knew about it and even helped him. That revelation has made the memory feel like a betrayal, and the pain feels fresh all over again