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My Husband Left Me on Mother’s Day for a Job – the Next Day, His Boss Called & Told the Truth

Daniella Segell
Jun 28, 2024
08:25 A.M.

In a shocking twist to what was promised as a special Mother's Day weekend, a wife discovers her husband's betrayal. She found out not through a whispered secret or a careless text, but from his boss's unexpected phone call the very next day.

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Every Mother's Day used to be the same. I'd go all out for my husband on Father's Day, making it special, but when my day rolled around, it often felt like just another Sunday. This year, though, things were supposed to be different. My husband had been hinting at big plans for weeks. Finally, I thought, he gets it.

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A Mother's Day card next to a cup of tea and macarons | Source: Pexels

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This year, he promised a whole weekend just for me, something he's never done before. I was so excited, thinking maybe he'd finally understood how much this meant to me.

All I'd asked for was a simple massage, but he insisted that wasn't enough this time. "I've got something big planned," he kept saying. So, as Mother's Day weekend approached, I was full of hope, ready for my special days.

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A woman receiving a massage | Source: Pexels

The weekend kicked off with what my husband dubbed the "Mother's Day bonfire." By evening, our backyard was bustling with about 15 people. Most of them were neighbors, and honestly, I barely knew anyone. It seemed more like a neighborhood get-together than anything for me.

About two hours into the event, my husband told me that his boss had called him in to work to attend to an urgent surgery. I understood, work is work, but I was left to entertain everyone, take care of the children, and clean up after the party. As the night wore on, nobody really talked to me. I felt invisible at my own party.

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The next morning, my husband was in the shower when his phone rang. Seeing it was his boss, I picked up. "Oh, Margo, so sad you weren’t at the party yesterday, all the women missed you!" his boss says.

"You had a party?" I asked, my voice tinged with surprise and hurt.

"Sure! It was Mother's Day. Wait, Jack didn’t tell you?" his boss replied.

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A senior man talking on the phone | Source: Shutterstock

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The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Jack hadn't gone to work for an emergency; he had excluded me from a party that I should have been part of. Furious and heartbroken, I started plotting my revenge.

As I sat there, still stunned by the revelation, the pain turned slowly into resolve. I needed to make a point, one he couldn't ignore. The Father's Day gifts I had lovingly chosen and wrapped—into the trash they went, buried under the remnants of last night’s dinner. It was drastic, but my message was clear: I felt discarded, so his gifts were too.

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A trash can | Source: Pixabay

The next morning, he discovered his presents in the garbage. Shocked, he pulled them out, covered in food scraps, and confronted me. "Why would you throw these away?" His voice was a mix of confusion and hurt.

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"They were for Father’s Day," I said coldly, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "But after what happened, I don’t see why I should celebrate you when you couldn’t bother to celebrate me."

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Upset woman with her arms crossed | Source: Shutterstock

His face fell. For the first time, I saw a flicker of realization cross his eyes. He stammered, trying to apologize, claiming he had tried to make the weekend special. But the words felt empty, just echoes of his usual excuses.

Even though I could see Jack was finally beginning to understand what I was feeling on Mother's Day, my revenge wasn't over.

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Furious and heartbroken from the betrayal, I meticulously planned my revenge for Father's Day. I promised Jack a special surprise, mirroring the deceit he had shown me, and told him to clear his schedule. The only difference was, I invited only the children from our neighborhood, not their parents. My plan was to leave him to prove his worth as a father.

"It’s your day! Enjoy being a father!" I cheerily told him as I headed out the door, leaving him bewildered with a house full of energetic kids. "I’m at the spa for the whole day. You know how it’s said: ‘Happy wife, happy life.’"

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Candles and towels set up at a day spa | Source: Pixabay

Hours later, when I returned from a day of pampering, I found Jack exhausted and overwhelmed, finally understanding the chaos he had left me to deal with alone. He was visibly upset, not just from the day's trials but also from the realization of his actions.

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As he tried to explain how challenging the day had been, I calmly informed him that I was considering a divorce. His face fell, and he begged me not to go through with it, finally recognizing the extent of his neglect over the years.

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A crying man | Source: Shutterstock

"But you never listened," I reminded him, recounting not just the recent Mother's Day disaster but all the times he had failed to appreciate my efforts. "I needed you to understand how it feels."

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The gravity of our strained relationship and his own actions seemed to finally dawn on him. We were at a crossroads, and it was unclear whether our marriage could withstand the turmoil. But one thing was clear: this Father's Day had irreversibly changed the dynamics of our relationship.

That night, as I lay in bed, the weight of our fractured relationship pressed heavily on my chest. Was this the tipping point? Could we recover from this, or had the gap between us grown too wide? As sleep eluded me, one thing became clear: something had to change.

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A woman removing her wedding ring | Source: Shutterstock

I needed more than empty promises and last-minute apologies. I needed respect, recognition, and real love—things I’d given freely but never fully received.

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My Husband Told Me to Stop Asking Him for Help, So I Gave Him a Wake-Up Call

When Emily's world turned upside down, she discovered that desperate times call for ingenious measures. Faced with a husband who refused to lift a finger at home after losing his job, Emily's last resort was in a plan devised with the wisdom of her insightful father-in-law. What unfolded next was a transformative journey for her family, rooted in a startling wake-up call and a picture of a nail holding something far more precious than just their family photos.

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A couple sorting out family photos | Source: Pexels

I'm Emily, and I'm here to take you through a tale that's very close to my heart—a story about challenges, changes, and choices in my family life. You see, life at our house has always been a whirlwind, with my husband, Jack, and our four lively kids.

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For the past several years, Jack worked as a manager at a big company, earning plenty so we didn't have to worry about money.

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A man sitting at his desk | Source: Pexels

He used to say, "If there's a problem, there's a price tag to fix it," and that's how he solved things—by throwing money at them.

Meanwhile, I was the captain at home, steering the ship of daily chores and caring for our kids, making sure everything ran smoothly.

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A woman doing chores | Source: Unsplash

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But then, everything changed about a month ago. Jack's company went bankrupt, and suddenly, he wasn't a fancy manager anymore. He was just like anyone else, scrambling to find his next opportunity.

With Jack jobless, I realized it was my turn to step up financially. I took a job as a personal assistant, working long hours to make ends meet. It was new, it was tough, but I was ready—or so I thought.

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A hand next to an open laptop | Source: Unsplash

As I lay exhausted each night, a question haunted me: How long could we keep going like this? Wasn't it time for Jack to step into the home ring? Still, every effort I made to make him see things from my side was met with blatant refusal.

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Asking Jack for help around the house was like talking to a wall. Whenever I needed him, he flatly REFUSED, insisting that I stop asking him for help with things I was "perfectly capable" of doing myself.

But the last straw came last week when I asked him to hang our family pictures. I admitted I wasn't great with a hammer, but his response was just a blunt, "FIGURE IT OUT!"

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A hammer and other tools | Source: Unsplash

I was dumbfounded but knew that throwing a tantrum wouldn’t work with him. But I had to do something about my situation. So, I decided I would "figure it out," but in a way that he would absolutely regret.

It was a simple Saturday morning that brought everything to a head. Finally tired of his misgivings, I made a call—a call to his father, my amazing father-in-law.

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For Jack, impressing his dad has always been important; he's always strived to make him proud with his achievements. And I was certain that if anyone could change my husband's behavior, it was him.

“Hello, Emily, dear, what’s wrong?” he answered, his voice instantly softening as he sensed my distress.

“Oh, Dad, I... I don’t even know where to begin,” I stammered.

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“It’s Jack. Since he lost his job, he’s just... he hasn’t been himself. I’m working now, and I’m trying so hard, but he just expects me to manage everything at home like before.

He doesn’t help, even when I ask. Last week, I asked for help with something simple, and he just snapped at me to ‘figure it out.’ I’m at my wit's end.”

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A frustrated woman | Source: Pexels

There was a heavy silence on the other end as he processed my words. Then, after a thoughtful pause, he spoke up with a tone that mixed concern with a hint of a plan forming in his mind.

"Listen, dear," he began. "Jack told me that the day after tomorrow he’ll have a job interview on the other end of the city. Would it be enough for you to leave?"

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"Leave? Where?" I replied, puzzled.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

"You’re going to Bora Bora for two weeks. You really deserve that. I’ll take care of the kids. And also, I’ll take care of my son! He’ll learn a real lesson. And please, take off your wedding ring and leave it with me. Just trust me. Do not answer his calls until I tell you to."

Read the full story here.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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