Three years after my husband abandoned our family for his glamorous mistress, I stumbled upon them in a moment that felt like poetic justice. It wasn’t their downfall that satisfied me. It was the strength I had found in myself to move forward and thrive without them.
Fourteen years of marriage, two wonderful kids, and a life I thought was solid as stone. But everything I believed in came crashing down one evening when Stan brought her into our home.
It was the beginning of the most challenging and the most transformative chapter of my life.
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Before this happened, I was immersed in my routine as a mother of two kids.
My days were a blur of carpools, homework help, and family dinners. I lived for Lily, my spirited 12-year-old, and Max, my curious 9-year-old.
And though life wasn’t perfect, I thought we were a happy family.
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The thing is, Stan and I had built our life together from scratch. We’d met at work and had instantly connected.
Soon after becoming friends, Stan proposed to me, and I had no reason not to say yes.
Over the years, we went through so many ups and downs, but one thing that stayed firm was our bond. I believed all the bad times we spent together had strengthened our bond, but I had no idea how wrong I was.
Lately, he’d been working late. But that’s normal, right?
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Projects piled up at work, and deadlines loomed. These were just the sacrifices of a successful career. He wasn’t as present as he used to be, but I told myself he loved us, even if he was distracted.
I wish I knew that wasn’t true. I wish I knew what he’d been doing behind my back.
It happened on a Tuesday. I remember because I was making soup for dinner, the kind Lily loved with the tiny alphabet noodles.
I heard the front door open, followed by the unfamiliar sound of heels clicking on the floor.
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My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than usual for Stan to be home.
“Stan?” I called out, wiping my hands on a dish towel. My stomach tightened as I walked into the living room, and there they were.
Stan and his mistress.
She was tall and striking, with sleek hair and the kind of sharp smile that made you feel like prey. She stood close to him, her manicured hand resting lightly on his arm as if she belonged there.
Meanwhile, my husband, my Stan, looked at her with a warmth I hadn’t seen in months.
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“Well, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension as her eyes swept over me. “You weren’t exaggerating. She really let herself go. Such a shame. She’s got decent bone structure.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Her words sliced through me.
“Excuse me?” I managed to choke out.
Stan sighed like I was the one being unreasonable.
“Lauren, we need to talk,” he said, crossing his arms. “This is Miranda. And… I want a divorce.”
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“A divorce?” I repeated, unable to process what he was saying. “What about our kids? What about us?”
“You’ll manage,” he said in a clipped tone as if discussing the weather. “I’ll send child support. But Miranda and I are serious. I brought her here so you’d know I’m not changing my mind.”
As if that wasn’t enough, he delivered the final blow with a casual cruelty I hadn’t thought him capable of.
“Oh, and by the way, you can sleep on the couch tonight or go to your mom’s place, because Miranda is staying over.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
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I felt so angry and so hurt, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
Instead, I turned and stormed upstairs, my hands shaking as I grabbed a suitcase from the closet.
I told myself to stay calm for Lily and Max. As I packed their bags, tears blurred my vision, but I kept going.
When I walked into Lily’s room, she looked up from her book. She immediately knew something was not right.
“Mom, what’s going on?” she asked.
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I crouched down beside her, stroking her hair.
“We’re going to Grandma’s for a little while, sweetheart. Pack a few things, okay?”
“But why? Where’s Dad?” Max chimed in from the doorway.
“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “But we’ll be okay. I promise.”
They didn’t press for more, and I was grateful. As we walked out of the house that night, I didn’t look back.
The life I had known was gone, but for my kids, I had to keep moving forward.
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That night, as I drove to my mother’s house with Lily and Max fast asleep in the backseat, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. My mind raced with questions I didn’t have answers to.
How could Stan do this? What would I tell the kids? How would we rebuild our lives from the ashes of this betrayal?
When we arrived, my mom opened the door.
“Lauren, what happened?” she asked, pulling me into a hug.
But the words stuck in my throat. I just shook my head as tears streamed down my face.
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In the days that followed, everything became a blur of legal paperwork, school drop-offs, and explaining the unexplainable to my children.
The divorce was swift, leaving me with a settlement that barely felt like justice. We had to sell the house, and my share of the money went toward buying a smaller place.
I got us a modest two-bedroom home. A home where I wouldn’t have to worry about getting betrayed.
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The hardest part wasn’t losing the house or the life I thought I’d have. It was watching Lily and Max come to terms with the fact that their father wasn’t coming back.
At first, Stan sent child support checks like clockwork, but that didn’t last.
By the six-month mark, the payments stopped altogether, and so did the phone calls. I told myself he was busy, or maybe he needed time to adjust.
But as weeks turned into months, it became clear that Stan wasn’t just gone from my life. He’d walked out on the kids too.
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I later learned through mutual acquaintances that Miranda had played a significant role in this. She had convinced him that staying in touch with his “old life” was a distraction.
And Stan, ever eager to please her, had gone along with it. But when financial troubles began to creep in, he didn’t have the courage to face us.
It was heartbreaking, but I had no choice but to step up for Lily and Max. They deserved stability, even if their father couldn’t provide it.
Slowly, I began to rebuild—not just for them, but for myself.
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Three years later, life had settled into a rhythm I cherished.
Lily was in high school now and Max had taken his love for robotics to the next level. Our little home was filled with laughter and warmth, and it showed how far we’d come.
Our past no longer haunted us.
At that point, I thought I’d never see Stan again, but fate had other plans.
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It was a rainy afternoon when everything came full circle.
I had just finished grocery shopping and was juggling bags in one hand and my umbrella in the other when I noticed them. Stan and Miranda were seated at a shabby outdoor café across the street.
And it looked like time had not been kind to either of them.
Stan looked haggard. His once-tailored suits were replaced by a wrinkled shirt and a tie that hung awkwardly loose around his neck.
His hair was thinning, and the wrinkles on his face were proof of his exhaustion.
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Miranda, still dressed in designer clothes, looked polished from afar, but up close, the details told another story. Her dress was faded, her once-luxurious handbag scuffed, and her heels worn down to the point of fraying.
Upon spotting them, I was unsure whether to laugh, cry, or keep walking.
But something kept me rooted to the spot. I guess it was curiosity.
As if sensing my presence, Stan’s eyes darted up and locked with mine. For a split second, his face lit up with hope.
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“Lauren!” he called, scrambling to his feet and nearly knocking over his chair. “Wait!”
I hesitated but decided to approach, carefully setting my groceries down under the awning of a nearby storefront.
Meanwhile, Miranda’s expression soured the moment she saw me. Her eyes flickered away as if avoiding a confrontation she knew she couldn’t win.
“Lauren, I’m so sorry for everything,” Stan blurted, his voice cracking. “Please, can we talk? I need to see the kids. I need to make things right.”
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“Make things right?” I asked. “You haven’t seen your kids in over two years, Stan. You stopped paying child support. What exactly do you think you can fix now?”
“I know, I know,” he began. “I messed up. Miranda and I…” He glanced at her nervously. “We made some bad decisions.”
“Oh, don’t blame this on me,” Miranda snapped, finally breaking her silence. “You’re the one who lost all that money on a ‘surefire’ investment.”
“You’re the one who convinced me it was a good idea!” Stan shot back at her.
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Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Well, you’re the one who bought me this,” she said, gesturing to her scuffed designer bag, “instead of saving for rent.”
I could feel the tension between them. It felt like years of resentment were now bubbling to the surface.
For the first time, I saw them not as the glamorous couple who had destroyed my marriage, but as two broken people who had destroyed themselves.
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Finally, Miranda stood, adjusting her faded dress with a look of disgust.
“I stayed because of the child we had together,” she said coldly, her words directed more at me than at Stan. “But don’t think for a second I’m sticking around now. You’re on your own, Stan.”
With that, she walked away, her heels clicking against the pavement, leaving Stan slumped in his chair. He watched her go and didn’t once stop her. Then, he turned back to me.
“Lauren, please. Let me come by. Let me talk to the kids. I miss them so much. I miss us.”
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I stared at him for a long moment, searching his face for any trace of the man I had once loved. But all I saw was someone I barely recognized. A man who had traded everything for nothing.
I shook my head.
“Give me your number, Stan,” I said. “If the kids want to talk to you, they’ll call. But you’re not walking back into my house.”
He flinched at the finality in my tone but nodded, scribbling his number on a scrap of paper.
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“Thank you, Lauren,” he said. “I-I’d be grateful if they call me.”
I tucked it into my pocket without looking at it and turned away.
As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange sense of closure. To be honest, it wasn’t revenge. But it was the realization that I didn’t need Stan to regret his choices for me to move on.
My kids and I had built a life full of love and resilience, and no one could take that away.
And for the first time in years, I smiled. Not because of Stan’s downfall, but because of how far we had come.
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Trace Adkins Reflects on Toby Keith’s Patriotic Legacy, Delivering an Emotional Rendition of ‘American Soldier’
Adkins said, quoting Keith, “Never apologize for being patriotic,” from the platform.
On July 29, 2024, in Nashville, Tennessee, Trace Adkins takes the stage at Bridgestone Arena. Image courtesy of Tibrina Hobson/Getty Images for Universal Music Group
In the two-hour NBC program Toby Keith: American Icon, Trace Adkins paid a moving homage to Toby Keith, recalling their many years of traveling together and the significant influence Keith had via his patriotism.
Adkins was one of the few artists that really know Toby Keith and the man behind the scenes, having been friends with Keith for many years and going on tours with. Adkins paused to remember the poignant message that Keith conveyed at the conclusion of each of his live performances before giving an incredibly emotional and beautiful rendition of “American Solider” in honor of Keith and his dedication to the military.
“I’ve known Toby for a very long time, and we did a lot of gigs together while on multiple tours together. I seem to recall that at the end of each performance he gave, he would always say, “Never apologize for being patriotic.” Every night, he said that, Adkins noted. And since, my God, he really did believe that, I realized while he was saying it that it was both a challenge to the rest of us and a window into Toby Keith’s personality.
Keith lived what he preached, and Adkins praised him for it. Keith had undertaken 11 USO Tours, performing in front of 256,000 soldiers and military families in 18 nations at over 285 engagements.
“He had a deep-rooted love and respect for the men and women who have served this country.” It was real, authentic, and meaningful. With a rich, baritone voice, he remarked, “I always respected him so much for that.” “Toby is someone I could talk about all night, but for now I’ll just say that I’m glad I got to know him and call him a friend. We miss you, Toby. Thank you.
Trace Adkins performed “American Solider” in a terrifying manner a short while later. On the screen behind him, pictures of Toby Keith and his numerous USO Tours displayed during his performance. Toby Keith: American Icon gave a truly remarkable performance, and it was undoubtedly an emotional time.
Written by Keith and Chuck Cannon, “American Solider” was published in November 2003. It can be found on the album Hi Shock’n Y’all and has an RIAA Platinum certification.
Among the many famous country musicians that gave their all to pay tribute to the late Toby Keith was Trace Adkins. Priscilla Block, Luke Bryan, Eric Church, Jordan Davis, Scotty Emerick, Brett Favre, Brantley Gilbert, Riley Green, HARDY, Tyler Hubbard, Jamey Johnson, Krystal Keith, Ella Langley, Mac McAnally, Ashley McBryde, Parker McCollum, Leanne Morgan, Darius Rucker, Carrie Underwood, Clay Walker, and Lainey Wilson were among the performers and special guests on the two-hour special.
The special featured a variety of musical performances that showcased Keith’s amazing songwriting and music, but it also emphasized his kindness and generosity by supporting The Toby Keith Foundation’s OK Kids Korral and Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital at Vanderbilt. Families from both groups seemed to tell the stories of how they were helped and supported when things were really hard.
NBC broadcast Toby Keith: American Icon on Wednesday, August 28 at 9 p.m. ET/PT. The next day, Peacock will offer the episode for streaming.
On February 5, 2024, the legendary country music performer Toby Keith departed from this life due to stomach cancer. He had an astounding 32 No. 1 hits over his career and sold an astounding 40 million albums.
Given that he has achieved a chart-topping hit for 20 years running, including “How Do You Like Me Now?!,” “Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue (The Angry American),” “I Love This Bar,” “Beer For My Horses,” and “As Good As I Once Was,” it should come as no surprise that he is considered one of country music’s biggest hitmakers.
In addition to being inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame (after being admitted into the all-genre Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2015), he has been awarded the National Medal of Arts and the prestigious Merle Haggard Spirit Award by the Academy of Country Music.
The Oklahoma native won three BMI Country Songwriter of the Year awards over his career in addition to the BMI Icon Award. In 2006, his popular song “As Good As I Once Was” won BMI’s Country Song of the Year.
To date, Toby Keith’s music has received 100 million terrestrial radio spins and over 10 billion streaming.
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