As I was making lasagna, I thought it would be nice if I brought some to my husband Johnathan at his workplace. He loved lasagna and garlic bread, and he was working late hours for a couple of weeks so I believed he would appreciate the gesture.
I took a taxi, and once I was in front of the company’s building, I asked the security guard about my husband. He looked at me awkwardly and then told me that he was axed three weeks ago. It was around the same time he claimed he needed to stay at the office late because he was aiming at a promotion.
I didn’t confront him right away. Before I talked to him about him lying to my face, I first wanted to try and learn what was going on myself.
The following morning he got up and got ready for “work” as usual. I gave him a kiss, as I did every morning, and asked him about the promotion. “Still working on it,” he replied while looking at his phone.
I waited for him to get out of the house before I took a taxi and followed after him. On the way to the bar where he parked his car, he picked up some women I had never seen before.
When I entered the bar myself, I saw Johnathan with the women and before I had the chance to approach them, one of the women stood up and left the bar. I followed her outside and asked her how she knew Johnathan, to what she replied, “That jerk? He doesn’t appreciate real talent. Good luck to him.”
What the hell was going on?
When my husband came home that evening, I had to ask him about his job and all those women he was with that day.
“How do you know I was at a bar? Did you follow me?!” he yelled. I said I had because I learned he had lost his job but claimed he was still working.
That’s when my husband told me he quit his job himself because he wanted to focus on his life dream, that of becoming a director of a play. The women were some so-called actresses who wanted part in his play.
This was all very confusing. “But where did you get the money for a play?” I asked him. That’s when I received yet another blow from my husband, the man I trusted the most until that moment.
He said he used our savings, the $50,000 that we had on our shared bank account. The worst thing of all was that he had already spent that money and his play was still in the making. Who knew how much more he needed to spend, and I was angered by his action.
I tried to convince my husband to quit the idea of becoming a director, but he didn’t listen.
Things became heated between us and I eventually filed for divorce. I got custody of the kids and Johnathan moved out of the house.
After a couple of months, I got a call from Johnathan. He said his play would be performed the following week and I was invited.
Honestly, I hesitated whether to go or not, but my kids convinced me to attend it and show my support. Sadly, the play was bad. The theater was half-empty. I felt sorry for my ex husband, but it was what he chose and now he needed to face the consequences all by himself.
We didn’t stay in touch. He only contacted with the children, but one day, he called me and asked me to have coffee with him, promising we would only speak about our kids. I wanted him to understand that “we” no longer existed.
When we met, Johnathan told me he got a job offer in finances. I said I was happy for him. But if he accepted it, it meant he needed to move to Chicago, which was quite far from where the children and I lived.
However, I promised we would be making adjustments and visiting schedules so that he can continue see the kids whenever possible.
He did take the job, and I moved on with my life and finally took that trip to Europe I always dreamed of.
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