I never saw it coming. One day, I was a wife with a future I thought was secure, and the next, I was alone—utterly, terrifyingly alone. My husband left, and with him went the life we had built together. I was left staring at the pieces, not knowing how I’d pay the bills, how to start over, or even who I was without him. The fear was overwhelming. I had wrapped so much of my identity around being a partner, a caregiver, someone who anchored a family. And suddenly, all I could see were the holes—emotionally, financially, spiritually. The weight of starting over felt too heavy to carry.