Hi everyone, Hannah here. I feel compelled to share an experience, even though it’s tough to talk about. I’m 38, a mom of two wonderful kids (ages five and seven), and I’ve been married to my husband Luke for nearly nine years. Like any couple, we’ve faced our fair share of difficulties. But I was stunned by something that happened during our recent vacation to Mexico.
Picture us in Mexico, surrounded by breathtaking beaches and glorious weather. I was so excited for this trip, having meticulously planned every detail since, as a busy mom, I rarely get a break.
The plan was to rekindle our relationship, relax, and enjoy each other’s company. However, from the start, Luke was acting oddly. Whenever I asked him to take a picture of me or with me, he always declined.
He’d say, “I’m not in the mood,” or, “Can we do it later?” At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was just tired from the journey? But it kept happening.
One evening, we were on a beautiful beach, and I was wearing a new outfit I’d bought for the trip. Feeling good about myself is rare, especially with two young kids. I asked Luke, “Can you take a picture of me with the sunset?”
Sighing, he muttered, “Not now, Hannah.”
I was hurt. We were on vacation; why couldn’t he take a moment to snap a picture? I felt confused and humiliated.
Throughout the trip, I noticed Luke was extra secretive with his phone. He would hide the screen whenever I walked by and even took it into the bathroom. Ignoring the uneasy feeling in my gut, I tried to brush it off.
One afternoon, while Luke was in the shower, I saw his phone on the bed. My heart raced as I picked it up, knowing it was wrong to invade his privacy, but I had to know. I unlocked his phone and looked through his recent messages.
There it was, a group chat with his friends. My blood ran cold at what I read. “Imagine, guys, at her weight, she still wants me to take pictures of her. Where would she even fit in the picture? She’s changed so much since having the kids.”
My eyes filled with tears. This man—the father of my children and the one I loved—was saying such cruel things behind my back. I thought we were a team, but instead, he was mocking me to his friends.
I put his phone back and sat there in shock. How could he do this? I felt heartbroken and betrayed. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but I never imagined he’d have so little respect for me. I cried in private, not wanting the kids to hear.
Eventually, my tears turned to anger. I wouldn’t let him get away with this. I had to show him there were consequences for his hurtful words. That’s when an idea struck me.
I grabbed my phone and reviewed the photos I’d taken on the trip. I selected the best ones and posted them on Facebook with the caption, “Looking for a new travel companion. Am I so unattractive that even my husband refuses to take my picture?”
The post quickly garnered likes and comments. Friends and acquaintances expressed outrage at Luke’s behavior and complimented my photos, calling me beautiful. I didn’t reveal what Luke had said, but the message was clear.
When Luke got out of the shower, he sensed the tension. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Just peachy,” I replied, not looking up from my phone. I was still too angry and hurt to meet his eyes.
The next day, still reeling from his betrayal, I received unexpected news. My uncle, whom I’d never met, had passed away and left me a significant inheritance. I had planned to surprise Luke with this news on our trip, but after discovering his true feelings, I decided to keep it to myself.
Somehow, Luke’s mother learned about the inheritance and told him. That morning, he walked into the room with a bouquet of flowers. I had seen his embarrassed expression before, knowing he had realized he’d made a mistake.
“Hannah, I’m so sorry for everything,” he said, extending the bouquet. I accepted them silently, waiting to hear more.
“I know I’ve been a jerk. What I said was wrong. But honey, with your newfound wealth, you can hire a trainer and lose some weight.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he really think an apology and a suggestion to use my inheritance to change myself for him would suffice? Outraged, I snapped back, “Maybe I will, but not because you suggested it.”
His shock was evident. He thought I’d just forgive him and move on. But I’d had enough. “Luke, I’m divorcing you,” I said, my voice steady despite my turmoil.
His eyes widened, and he started to cry, pleading, “Please, Hannah, don’t leave me. I already told my friends I was planning to buy a new SUV to go off-roading with them. Without your money, all my plans are ruined.”
I was in disbelief. It was clear he valued my money more than our relationship. “You can get your SUV elsewhere, but you won’t use my money or make me feel worthless in the process. Goodbye, Luke.”
I left him then, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. This wasn’t how I envisioned my life, but I had to take charge of my happiness.
I spent the rest of the day arranging our trip back home and starting the divorce process. My friends and family rallied around me, helping me regain my self-worth and confidence.
In the following days, I began exercising, not because Luke suggested it, but to feel healthier and stronger. I made more time for friends, pursued new hobbies, and even considered going back to school.
One day, I ran into Luke at the mall. He seemed surprised by my appearance. “Hannah, I almost didn’t recognize you. How are you and the kids?”
“We’re doing great,” I replied, not wanting to continue the conversation.
“Hannah, I’ve been meaning to ask if…”
“Sorry, Luke, I’m late for an appointment,” I said, cutting him off and walking away. From the corner of my eye, I saw his face fall, but I didn’t care anymore. I was finally living life on my terms, confident in my own skin.
What do you think? Did I handle the situation appropriately, or did I go too far? What would you have done in my place?
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