I did everything I could for my husband but he always seemed to be dissatisfied.
One day, I woke up to my husband’s voice in the hall along with a female voice.
“How could he?” I thought.
And that was the last straw for me.
I work at a bank as a project manager and our latest project has been the hardest of all.
I often came home late and sometimes, I would work on the weekends.
But work is just a slice of my busy life.
I have a house and a husband to take care of, and my lovely hubby isn’t as lovely as he used to be.
He doesn’t help me with house chores, he doesn’t cook, he barely goes food shopping.
I’m responsible for almost everything.
Aiden didn’t seem to hear me when I told him about my struggles.
We talked about my new project and how overwhelmed with work I was.
One day, I arrived home at 9 pm and the first thing I heard was: “Where have you been?” “I had a lot of work today, I told you I’d come home late…
”“You didn’t tell me!” “Yeah, I did. Couple of times. It’s the project I’m working on…” Aiden interrupted me.
“Whatever, Claire. I’m hungry.
Will you prepare dinner or not?” he said while watching a soccer 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 away from the TV.
So I grabbed my wallet and left.On the way to the shop, I got lost in my own thoughts.
Aiden used to be kind and gentle; now he’s this demanding man who’s often dissatisfied.
I have to walk on eggshells when communicating with him.“Why did you take so long?
I’m starving!” said Aiden when I arrived home. I ran to the kitchen to cook dinner. He ate silently and went back to the TV, leaving me with a dirty kitchen.
Can’t he even wash his own plate? I thought.
I didn’t want to say anything because I was too tired to start a discussion. So, I cleaned everything and went to bed.
The following morning, I could barely stand on my own feet. I had a stuffy nose, a sore throat, and my head was blowing.
“You’re late… where’s breakfast?” Those were the first words I heard from Aiden instead of a “good morning.” I pushed myself into a hot shower and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Aiden was ready to leave and said, “Never mind, you’re too slow. I’m gonna be late,” and slammed the door behind him.I was feeling so bad that I had to call in sick.
I made tea with honey and lemon and went back to bed.
As I sat on the bed, I tried to think of when Aiden started to treat me so badly. He wasn’t always like this…But then I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time Aiden helped me in any way or simply supported me with words.
Even when he was wrong, he always managed to blame me. I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to voices coming from the hall. Is he back home? Why is he back?
Maybe he forgot something? “Get out, I think she’s home…”
I heard Aiden whispering. He continued, “It won’t work today.” I got up, went to the door, and quietly opened it.
I was stunned when I saw a beautiful brunette standing in the hall.”Dear,” she said, “when will we meet then?”
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