I woke up when my husband said — “Shut up, she’s sleeping” – Story of the day

I did everything I could for my husband, but he always seemed dissatisfied. One day, I woke up to my husband’s voice in the hallway along with a female voice. “How could he?” I thought. And that was the last straw for me.

I work in a bank as a project manager and our last project was the hardest of all. I often came home late and sometimes worked on weekends.

But work is only one part of my busy life. I have a house and a husband to take care of, and my lovely husband is not as lovely as he used to be. He doesn’t help me with the housework, he doesn’t cook, he barely goes shopping for food. I am responsible for almost everything.

Aiden didn’t seem to listen to me when I told him about my struggles. We talked about my new project and how overwhelmed I was with work. One day, I came home at 9pm and the first thing I heard was, “Where have you been?”

“I had a lot of work today, I told you I would be home late…”

“Yes, I did. A couple of times. It’s the project I’m working on…”

Aiden interrupted me. “Whatever you say, Claire. I’m hungry. Are you going to make me dinner or not?” he said while watching a football game.

“I don’t think there’s much food left… We need to buy some.”

“I’ll wait here, you can go to the store,” he said without taking his eyes off the TV. So I grabbed my purse and left.

On the way to the store, I was lost in my own thoughts. Aiden used to be kind and gentle; now he is a demanding man who is often dissatisfied. I have to tread carefully when communicating with him.

“What took you so long? I’m starving,” Aiden said when I got home. I ran into the kitchen to make dinner. He ate in silence and went back to watching TV, leaving me with a messy kitchen.

Doesn’t he even know how to wash the dishes? I thought. I didn’t want to say anything because I was too tired to start an argument. So I cleaned up everything and went to bed.

The next morning I could barely manage on my own. My nose was stuffy, my throat was sore, and my head was pounding.

“You’re late… where’s breakfast?” Those were the first words I heard from Aiden instead of a “good morning.”

I jumped into a hot shower and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Aiden was about to leave and said, “Never mind, you’re too slow. I’m going to be late,” and closed the door behind him.

I felt so bad that I had to call in sick. I made myself some tea with honey and lemon and went back to bed. Sitting in bed, I tried to remember when Aiden started treating me so badly. It wasn’t always like this…

But then I realized I couldn’t remember the last time Aiden helped me in any way or just supported me with words. Even when he messed up, he always managed to shift the blame to me. I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of voices coming from the hallway. Has he come home? Why has he come back? Did he forget something?

“Go away, I think he’s home…” I heard Aiden whisper. He continued, “It won’t work today.” I stood up, walked to the door, and quietly opened it. I was shocked when I saw a beautiful brunette standing in the hallway.

“Dear,” he said, “when will we see each other then?”

“The weekend. I’ll fight with her and we can go on a trip for two days,” he said.

“Great!” she squealed and jumped into his arms.

“Shhh, please be quiet…!”

I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I went back to bed. It was like a bad dream. They hadn’t even hidden! I should make that man learn a lesson.

I felt something stirring inside me. What am I doing? Why am I allowing myself to be treated like this? A man who was supposed to love me and treat me well…

I had a plan. As soon as Aiden left the house, I suddenly felt better. I called someone to change the lock on our door. The apartment belonged to me.

I then gathered up all of his belongings, packed them into suitcases and cardboard boxes, and went through the house to see if there was anything else that belonged to him.

I took everything that belonged to him and packed it up – I didn’t want anything of his in my apartment. I didn’t want any memories of him there or anything with his energy. I just wanted him out of my life so I could move on.

I spent most of the day packing up his stuff until he came home from work and I heard the doorbell ring. “What’s happened to the lock? Why aren’t my keys working?” he asked.

“You haven’t even said hello to me!” I commented.

“What’s this?” Aiden said, pointing at his things. “What’s wrong, Claire?”

“This is where you’re going, Aiden. I’m done with you. Take your things and go with your lover to hell. I’m filing for divorce.”

Aiden looked at me as if he didn’t recognize the woman I had become. “Who are you? Where’s the quiet wife who at first glance did everything I wanted?” he must have thought.

“Aiden, I know everything. You don’t love me, you’re just using me. Go away and don’t come back. I won’t forgive you.”

The man looked at me in disbelief. “Okay. I’m leaving, but you’ll regret every word you say!” He hailed a taxi, grabbed his things and left.

The next day, I filed for divorce, and a month later, it was official. Aiden couldn’t believe what had happened. He tried to talk to me several times, but I refused to talk to him.

Since the day Aiden left my apartment, I have felt different. I am a new woman. I take care of myself now, I love myself, and I don’t allow anyone to belittle me or disrespect me. I started therapy and my psychiatrist is helping me heal all the wounds that this abusive relationship left me with.

What can we learn from this story?

1. It’s never too late to leave a toxic relationship . It took Claire some time to recognize that she was in a toxic and abusive relationship. Aiden cheating on her was the final straw and she decided to leave.
2. Always put yourself first. Claire prioritized her marriage and an abusive husband. When they divorced, she decided to love herself and make herself a priority in her life.

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