After the birth of our two children, my husband was no longer the same. And one day, he said something that completely changed my life.
My appearance changed after having the kids. I put aside pretty clothes and stopped taking care of myself — simply because I had neither the energy nor the time.
I thought I could count on my husband’s support. But one day, he said to me:
— I’m ashamed to introduce you to my colleagues. Their wives look like models… and I look like I’m with an old aunt.
Later, I found out by chance that he was involved with one of his coworkers. That was the last straw… and that’s when I decided to take action.
The rest of my story is in the link in the comments ⬇️⬇️
From the very start, he had clearly defined the roles: him at work, me at home. He wanted me to be the guardian of domestic comfort.
He painted an ideal daily life: I welcome him in the evening with a hot meal, the apartment spotless, the children smiling. He spoke about it so confidently that I began to believe it was the only way.
After our marriage, I devoted myself completely to the home. I cooked elaborate meals, scrubbed every stain until perfect, ironed his shirts meticulously. He praised me and boasted about me to his friends.
But everything changed when our son was born. My days became a chain of bottles, laundry, broken nights. Despite all my efforts, something was always wrong. I felt he was no longer satisfied.
He stayed silent, but his look said it all. I then doubled down on my efforts, barely sleeping a few hours a night to make everything perfect.
He wanted a second child. I hesitated — I was afraid of breaking down — but he insisted: “A real family has at least two children.” I gave in.
Our daughter was born fragile, very demanding. I couldn’t remember my last full night’s sleep or a peaceful meal. I faded away. I no longer dressed as before. I had no time or strength to take care of myself.
One evening at the table, he coldly said:
— I’m ashamed to introduce you to my colleagues. Their wives are beautiful… and I look like I’m with an old aunt.
I thought I would choke. Everything I had given, all my sacrifices for our family — and that’s what I got in return.
That night, I thought a lot. For years, I had lived trying to meet his expectations, slowly forgetting who I really was.
But that night, one thing became clear: my children deserve a strong, fulfilled mother who loves herself and doesn’t fade behind someone else’s shadow.
So I decided to change. Slowly, step by step, I began to find myself again: relearning to smile, to sleep peacefully, to look at my reflection kindly despite dark circles and fatigue. And guess what? I was no longer afraid.
I wasn’t just leaving my husband. I was freeing myself from a life model that suffocated me in the name of a “perfect family.”
My story doesn’t end here. It begins now. And this time, I no longer ask: “What would you do in my place?”
I tell you this:
Never let anyone decide your worth for you. Love yourself. Dare to start over. And never regret choosing yourself.
