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“This isn’t funny.”
“We need to talk about this.”
Then I blocked both numbers.
My phone started buzzing immediately.
The divorce proceedings started two weeks later.
Harry tried to fight for the car, claiming it was a “marital asset.” My lawyer calmly presented the bank records showing I’d paid for it entirely with money I’d inherited.
Stephanie called my friends, cousins, anyone she could think of, trying to paint me as unreasonable. “She abandoned him on her birthday. Who does that?”
People who knew the truth didn’t need an explanation.
And the ones who didn’t? I didn’t need their wisdom.
“She abandoned him on her birthday. Who does that?”
I drove to the ocean one Sunday and sat in the car with the windows down, listening to music Stephanie would’ve hated.
I drove to my grandmother’s grave and told her I’d finally learned to be independent.
Some people asked if I regretted it. If I’d been too harsh. If I should’ve tried harder.
I didn’t regret a single second.
I started driving myself to work.
Once you stop riding in the back seat of your own life, you learn never to settle for less again.
Harry said his mother deserved the front seat more than I did.
And then I drove off into a future that had no room for either of them.
The front seat is mine now. And I’m never giving it up again.
Once you stop riding in the back seat of your own life, you learn never to settle for less again.
If this happened to you, what would you do? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the Facebook comments.
Here’s another story about a woman who constantly sabotaged her daughter-in-law’s cooking, claiming every meal was “spoiled.” But at his father’s birthday dinner, her six-year-old grandson exposed her in the most unexpected way.
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