Off The Record
I Heard My Husband Mocking Me As His ‘Ugly’ Wife—The Payback He Got Was Brutal
Sarah doesn’t anticipate hearing her husband reveal his genuine thoughts for her—that she is merely a means to an end in his life—when she returns home from the routine errands she runs with her children. Sarah, however, is not going to allow Ethan to get away with his heartless actions. Rather, she chooses to discipline him.
Marriage is said to be based on respect, trust, and love. With Ethan, I believed I had all three. We had two children, a house, and what I considered a good life for seven years.
However, there were some rough spots that appeared. But really, what marriage is complete without those? Every time, we managed to reconnect. Or so I believed.
And then there was last week.
It began as any ordinary day would. As I picked up the children, I had to balance their endless enthusiasm with the mess of snack wrappers and school bags. After we arrived home, I left them upstairs to play and went inside to have some alone time before starting to prepare dinner.
I heard it at that point. Ethan’s voice drifted out of the living room, plain as day.
I didn’t give it much thought at first. I assumed they were simply making small talk because he had a few of his colleagues over. However, I heard a little bit of his talk as I approached.
Ethan added, “Take a page from my book, guys,” in a confident tone. “I have everything worked out. I took the attractive ones on vacation while I took the ugly wife to take care of the house and the kids. I am aware of my actions.”
I went cold.
I felt the grocery bag slide out of my grasp as my breath caught. Unaware of my presence, my spouse continued talking while my heart raced and blood rushed to my ears.
“Come on, I mean. Sarah is completely unaware of it. She considers me to be a saint. In the meantime, everything has been handed to me, including the house and the automobile. What’s the best part? She’s content to keep everything going while I enjoy myself.”
I was ill.
The man I had entrusted with my life, my spouse, was boasting about how he was taking advantage of me.
To his companions.
Struggling to stay upright, I gripped the stair railing.
One of his colleagues remarked, “Wow, Ethan,” with a hesitant laugh. “You’re, uh, really living the dream.”
“I know, right?” Ethan answered with a tone of reprehensible arrogance. “The key is to play your cards correctly.” Guys, it’s simple. I’ll be your coach. “Pretty wife on the right, ugly wife on the left.”
Like a harsh echo, the word “ugly” kept reverberating in my ears.
I wanted to yell, to barge in and demand to know what was going on. However, I didn’t. Rather, I took a discreet step back and walked upstairs, eager to wipe away the slimy sensation that had taken possession.
Ethan pretended nothing had occurred that evening. He entered the kitchen and assisted me in preparing the salmon and broccoli, which the children adored. He even gave me a cheek kiss, inquired about my day, and assisted with putting the children to bed.
He was so unaware of the tempest that was building within of me that it was almost comical.
Later, while I was preparing mugs of hot chocolate for the children, he inquired, “You okay?” I was quieter than usual, and he finally seemed to notice.
I made an effort to grin.
“I’m simply exhausted.” I said, “It’s been a long day.”
“Well, don’t overdo it,” he replied, providing me with a shoulder pat as if he were being helpful.
I swallowed back the need to scream and nodded.
I woke up early the following morning with a rushing mind. I forced a grin on my face as Ethan walked out the door, kissing my cheek as he always does before leaving for work.
I began making plans as soon as he left. I wasn’t merely upset. I was adamant.
I got all I needed by mid-afternoon: pictures of Ethan with his “pretty ones,” copies of flirtatious chats, and some financial documents that clearly showed his secret existence.
Sitting there with my laptop, I relived the experience of completing an assignment at university. The same impending deadline-related worry. As I pieced things together, I felt the same fear. As if everything depended on this. And, if I’m telling the truth, it was.
I wanted to hurt Ethan, but I didn’t know how long this had been going on for.
I wanted to destroy his heart and make him look foolish. I wanted him to realize how degrading what he had said was. I wanted him to mature and see that his actions were not appropriate for the life we had created together, nor was he acting like a man deserving of a wife and kids.
He didn’t deserve it.
He didn’t know what was waiting for him when he got home that night. I hadn’t made an effort to prepare food for him. Rather, I had dropped the kids off at my mother’s and taken them out for Chinese dinner.
I had a showdown planned with Ethan.
“Hey, babe,” he said, grinning smugly as usual. “How was your day?”
“Oh, just the usual,” was my flippant response. “But I did get something special for you.”
Intrigued, he raised an eyebrow.
“Unusual? What’s the event?” Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world? “What’s for supper?”
“I just felt like treating you,” I smiled politely. “Enter the living area. I’ll demonstrate.”
His face was filled with interest as he followed me.
I motioned for him to take a seat in the chair I had set up in front of the television. “Sit, honey,” I urged. I had even placed a can of beer and a bowl of pretzels for him on the coffee table.
His smile persisted as he inquired, “What’s this about, Sarah?”
“You’ll see!” I gave him the beer can in response.
I reached for the TV remote and switched it on.
The slideshow then started.
Ethan first didn’t comprehend what he was witnessing. The initial set of pictures were quite innocuous—scenic views from excursions he had taken while pretending to be on “business trips.”
The images then changed, though.
He was standing there, arm in arm with a woman I knew from his list of Facebook friends. Then another picture of him drinking and joking with another woman.
“Sarah,” he said. “Look, I can explain.”
I raised a hand.
I said, “Hush, honey,” “Remain vigilant. Take pleasure in the performance.”
There were additional pictures, each more incriminating than the last.
“You didn’t think I’d find out, did you?” I inquired.
His arrogance gave way to panic as he shouted, “Where did you get these?”
“Ethan,” I said, “you’re not exactly subtle,” That’s not the purpose, though. In other words, I’ve endured a lot over the years. And, much to my mother’s dismay, I have disregarded every warning sign. I have disregarded all foolish justifications. However, this? Telling your buddies how you’re taking advantage of me? Even for you, it’s a new low.
He begged, “Sarah, please, let’s talk about this, honey,” with quivering palms.
I said, “Oh, we’re going to talk,” and took a step forward. “But first, let me introduce you to someone.”
When I opened the door, my divorce attorney entered.
“What the devil?” His voice trailed off, “Who is this?”
Calmly, “This,” I said. “This is the beginning of the end, Ethan.”
The attorney clarified the following terms:
The house was my parents’ wedding gift to us, and Ethan would lose it. The car was in my name, and he would lose it. Additionally, child support would take up the majority of his wages.
“You can’t do this, Sarah!” Ethan’s face flushed as he yelled.
The answer was, “Actually, I can,” “Ethan, you made your decisions. You can now move in with them.”
Ethan packed his belongings and left the following day. His intention was to couch surf until everything “settled for him.”
He initially made promises and apologized in an attempt to win me back. He vowed to improve and admitted to being “selfish” and “stupid.”
However, I had no curiosity.
I told him, “I gave you everything,” when he called me in a panic. However, you discarded it. You are responsible for this.
I am doing well, as are the children. They do get delighted when I take them to meet Ethan, and they will occasionally inquire about him. We’re better off this way, though, in the end.
A common buddy informed me that Ethan was having difficulties many months later.
“He’s still crashing on Joshua’s couch,” she replied. “Apparently, he can barely keep up with his expenses.”
He was left to deal with the mess he had created once it found out that all of his “pretty ones” had vanished.
What about me?
I was doing well. I began taking breaks for myself in between work and all of my free time. I rekindled my love for needlework, which I used to do as a kid with my grandmother. I even had a couple dates.
The best thing, though? observing my children’s smiles and knowing that they were raised in a loving and respectful environment.
Ethan believed he had shattered me. He believed that there would be no repercussions if he continued to take. Ultimately, though, he just broke himself.
And truthfully? I’m not sorry about it.
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