When Tylor's dad left home, he looked for a place to live, and so he picked up a newspaper and scanned the ads for something suitable. It seemed as though luck was with him as he found something the first day. It was the right size, the right price and even better, it was about 20 miles away.
The distance was great enough to make him think about just dropping in, yet not so far as to be unavailable if he was really needed. The place also had the added advantage of being located near the end of a gravel road, well out of the population center he was leaving.
Secluded,, he was able to spend many hours alone in the forest, and in time his emotions mended. He had to be careful not to allow himself to feel the longing for home and family at first, but as time passed it became easier to stay away and let any relationship that may have been die.
After some time he allowed Eric and Tylor to come out and stay from time to time, but avoided it mostly because he didn't want to have to listen to his wife "rag" on him for anything and everything. He had moved too far away. He never came to visit. It was all his fault.
As one might expect, those were the kind of words that made him want to deal with her less and less over time. Her words and actions during the next year and a half helped him harden his heart towards her, and eventually divorce her.
Again, the situation wasn't fair to her, or to him, but most of all, it wasn't fair to the children.
He eventually found a shop in a town so small the signs with its name were nailed to the same post so traffic going in both direction could see it. He took the shop over and hung out his shingle. It seemed as if his dreams were finally coming true. His own place and his own business. Before long he also had his children with him again. Life seemed good.