They had/have two different stories. They were/are conflicting. It shouldn't be surprising.
My mother left my father as a young woman of 26. She changed her name and moved to New York City. She left him in the San Fernando Valley.
And she changed her name and moved to New York City. She says she auditioned for a play.
He says she called him crying begging to come home. He says he wired her money via Western Union.
She says he begged her to come back. That she didn't want to but that she was young and weak for support.
One day 30+ years later, Britt visited them both. One of them in the morning. One of them in the evening. And she remarked how unbeknownst to either, on that day, both of them were baking chocolate brownies in their own ovens. So many years removed from the other one.
