My Husband Bullied Me over My ‘Wrinkled Face’ and Gray Hair – He Regretted It Instantly

I didn’t scream when he walked in. I just looked at him and asked, “Who’s Tanya?”

He froze in the doorway, his jacket still half on.

For a second, I saw panic flash across his face. Then he sighed like I was the one who had done something wrong.

“She’s someone who still cares about her appearance,” he said flatly. “You used to be like that, Lena.

You just stopped trying.”

“Stopped trying?” I whispered. “You mean raising our kids? Working full-time?

Holding this family together while you chased validation from some Botox-obsessed child?”

He had the audacity to shrug at me.

“I just want someone who makes an effort,” he said. “You could’ve done that. It’s not that hard.”

I stared at this man I’d loved since I was a teenager, and something just shut off completely.

Suddenly, all the love, hurt, and anger just died down.

“Then go live with Tanya,” I said calmly. “Maybe she will love you more than I ever could.”

That night, Derek packed a bag and left. He actually left our home, our kids, everything we’d built, and moved into some downtown apartment to be with a woman who measured her worth in Instagram likes.

The first few weeks after he left were absolutely brutal.

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