My name is Meridith, and I live with my ex-husband, Darion. Though we divorced two years ago, financial reasons kept us under the same roof—roommates, not partners. One night, I noticed our porch light had been changed to green. When I asked why, Darion simply said, “It’s for my father.” He offered no more. A friend later explained: a green porch light is often a tribute to veterans, especially those facing PTSD or lost to suicide.
When I asked again, Darion admitted the truth: he’d just learned his father hadn’t died of natural causes—he’d taken his own life. The green light was his quiet way of honoring that pain. Something shifted between us. He began leaving kind notes. We shared meals, laughed again, even cried over his father’s old letters.