Daniel’s birthday dinner had all the right ingredients delicious food, laughter echoing through the room, and warm faces gathered around the table. His family filled the space with cheerful chatter and clinking glasses. I felt genuinely happy, thinking this would be a night of love and celebration. Then his mother stood up, holding a shiny envelope, and said it was something “he needed.” When Daniel opened it, the table went silent inside were divorce papers, already filled out and ready for him to sign. My heart dropped like a stone.