I did everything I could for my husband, Aiden, but he was never satisfied. My work as a project manager was demanding, often keeping me late, yet I still managed our home. Aiden, however, did little to help and became increasingly demanding and dismissive.
One evening, after coming home exhausted, he barked, “Where have you been?” and demanded dinner without lifting a finger. His once gentle demeanor had vanished, replaced by cold indifference.
The breaking point came when I overheard Aiden whispering to another woman in our home. “Shhh, please, be quiet…,” he said, planning a trip with her while I lay in the next room, sick and heartbroken.
Realizing I deserved better, I changed the locks and packed his things. When Aiden returned, I confronted him: “This is where you leave, Aiden. I’m done with you.” I filed for divorce the next day.
Since then, I’ve focused on self-care and therapy. I’m now stronger, refusing to let anyone disrespect me again.
