\nDuring the last couple of years of my life have been a constant struggle to balance between my job and my home. Being a project manager at a huge bank put a lot of pressure on me, and at home, I didn\u2019t receive any help from my husband, who barely moved from the sofa when he wasn\u2019t at work.\n
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That day, I stayed at the office late. All I could think of was getting a shower and going to bed, but the moment I opened the door, I hear my husband, Aiden, yell, \u201cWhere have you been so far? I\u2019m starving, make me something to eat.\u201d\n
This wasn\u2019t the first time my husband had acted so demanding.
\nI went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, but there wasn\u2019t much food so I told Aiden we should buy some.\n
\u201cSo, go to the store. I\u2019ll wait here,\u201d he said without even looking at me.\n
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I grabbed the wallet and went to the store. Being tired as I was, I could barely walk around the aisles. I thought about the way Aiden treated me. Honestly, I couldn\u2019t remember when was the last time he was nice to me. I wondered if he ever was. Was I so in love with him that I let him treat me with such disrespect? I didn\u2019t know what to think. What I knew was that I was starting to become tired of the life I had.\n
I returned home and prepared dinner. My husband ate and didn\u2019t even bother to wash his own plate.\n
The following morning, I felt sick. My throat was sore and I could barely move.\n
Instead of \u201cgood morning,\u201d Aiden greeted me with the words, \u201cYou overslept, now I need to go to work without having breakfast.\u201d He then slammed the door behind him.\n
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I felt dizzy so I called in sick, had a cup of tea with some lemon and returned to bed.\n
No long after I heard the front door open. \u201cGet out, I think she\u2019s home\u2026\u201d I heard Aiden whispering, \u201cIt won\u2019t work today.\u201d\n
A woman\u2019s voice then asked about their next meeting to what my husband replied, \u201cHush, she\u2019s asleep, you are going to wake her up. I\u2019m gonna give you a call later, now go,\u201d he said.\n
As I heard the woman\u2019s steps getting out of the house, Aiden\u2019s followed.\n
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I forced myself to get out of bed. Without giving it a second thought, I started packing my husband\u2019s belongings inside of a bunch of boxes.
\nI then changed the locks of the apartment that belonged to me and waited to see Aiden\u2019s face when he returned home.\n
As expected, he struggled to open the door and wondered why his keys didn\u2019t work. I let him get inside, but the sight left him in shock.\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s all this?\u201d he asked. I told him I heard him with that other woman in the morning. I was filing for divorce because I had it enough of being treated as someone not worth any love and attention. The time when Aiden treated me like his maid and cook ended at that moment.\n
He was furious and started threatening me, but I wasn\u2019t afraid of him. His words meant nothing to me. I finally found my peace and learned to respect myself enough not to be with someone like Aiden.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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