After a year of marriage, my husband Jack started making comments about my appearance, suggesting I’d look “better” with implants. Things hit a peak on my birthday when he gave me cash along with a harsh note that said, “TIME TO FIX THOSE MOSQUITO BITES.” I acted thankful, but inside, I was already plotting my revenge.
In the weeks that followed, I quietly used the money for a health checkup and committed to a fitness journey. On the day I was supposedly having my “surgery,” I left the house with a smile. When I came back, I had changed the locks, and Jack’s stuff was waiting by the door. I handed him the leftover cash and said it was “time to find someone who met his expectations.”
Jack tried to make amends, but I had grown too strong to go back. Now, my gym sessions boost my confidence, and I’m with someone who loves me just as I am.
