My Husband Constantly Mocked Me for Doing Nothing, Then He Found My Note After the ER Took Me Away

“What do you even do all day, Madison?! Sit around while I pay for this house? Seriously, Mads. One job. One shirt. You eat my food, spend my money, and you can’t even do this?! You’re a leech!”

I stood frozen. My hands started shaking, but I said nothing. What could I say that would not make it worse?

“And that friend of yours downstairs—Kelsey, or whatever—you spend all day gabbing with her about God knows what! Blah, blah, blah! But nothing to show for it at home!”

“Tyler, please…” I whispered. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me, followed by a stabbing pain in my abdomen. I reached out for the wall to steady myself. A metallic taste rose in my mouth, the room spinning faintly as though the walls were tilting away from me.

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