As our children, Zach and Penny, fell ill and couldn’t go on our planned family vacation, my husband Garrett just ditched us and went alone.
Little did he know that his little “me time” getaway would cost him way more than he bargained for.
I’m a nurse, and my husband’s a realtor.
He doesn’t have a clue about the workload and mental stress I go through every single day.
It’s like he completely stopped caring about me or what I’m dealing with.
He’s pulled some selfish stunts before, but this time he really crossed the line.
We booked a vacation at a beach resort in advance, but just a day before the flight, our kids got sick. I was about to call the airline and ask about getting a refund, but guess what my husband said?
“I’M STILL GOING ON VACATION. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I NEED A BREAK FROM WORK!”
(Uh, do I not work too!?).
I thought he’d come to his senses, but nope—he went on the trip without us!
I was beyond furious, and honestly, I’m seriously considering divorce. But before that, I had to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. My re:ven:ge was brutal, but he had it coming!
So, that day, I walked into his garage
I walked into the garage. A plan formed in my mind. The garage was Garrett’s precious “man cave.” His fishing gear, the boat he’d barely used, piles of expensive junk he’d accumulated over the years.
I spent some hours photographing everything, creating listings on the local buy-and-sell site. Within days, Garrett’s prized possessions were gone, replaced by a fat wad of cash in my purse.
“Guess what, kids?” I announced. “We’re going on our own special vacation!”
“Awesome! Where are we going?”
I grinned. “It’s a surprise. But I promise it’ll be even better than Dad’s boring old beach.”
We arrived at the resort a few days later. When I watched my kids splash in the pool, I felt lighter than I had in years.
“Mom, watch this!” Zach called. I cheered, then turned to help Penny blow up her water wings.
“You’re a natural with them,” a voice behind me said. I saw a woman about my age smiling. “Single mom?”
I said, “It’s… complicated.”
“I’ve been there. I’m Tessa, by the way.”
We chatted as the kids played. It felt good to connect with someone who understood.
“So, what’s your story?” Tessa asked.
I told Tessa about Garrett’s decision to go on our family vacation without us when the kids got sick and my selling all his precious toys and used the money to bring the kids here.
Tessa burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s brilliant! How’d he take it?”
“He doesn’t know yet,” I admitted. “But I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.”
At that point, my phone started buzzing. Garrett’s name flashed on the screen.
“Where the hell is all my stuff?” Garrett shouted, not bothering with a greeting.
“Oh, you noticed? I thought you’d be too busy ‘living the dream’ to care.”
“Don’t play games, Nora. What did you do?”
“I sold it,” I said simply. “All of it. Your precious fishing rods, that boat you never use, everything.”
“You what? How could you!”
“How could I?” I interrupted. “How could you abandon your sick children for a beach vacation? How could you ignore everything I do for this family?”
“That’s different! I work hard to provide for you.”
“And I don’t?” I shot back. “I’m done, Garrett. Done with your selfishness, done with being taken for granted.”
He sputtered, “What are you saying?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m saying I want a divorce.”
“You’ll regret this, Nora. I’ll make sure of it.”
I hung up, then I walked back to the pool, where Tessa was indulging in a cocktail.
“I just told my husband I want a divorce.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s huge. How do you feel?”
“Scared,” I admitted. “But also relieved? Like I can finally breathe again.”
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