I divorced my husband over a car accident he didn't cause.
CONFESSION
Fail to prioritize what truly matters, and you might just find yourself on the outside looking in, pondering where it all went wrong.
When Putting Work First Goes Horribly Wrong
Ten years, four kids, and countless memories – that's what I had with my husband. Or maybe I should say, that's what I thought I had. But every relationship has its "last straw," and mine was lying dormant in a series of disturbing incidents.
"He Was Ok, Kind Of…"
My husband was mostly alright with my sons from my previous marriage. Heck, he even hired one of them as an apprentice. He was "Mr. Boss Man" in the work world but "Mr. Ghost Man" in the realm of family emergencies. Case in point: When I had a partial miscarriage and needed immediate surgery, he chose Excel sheets over a hospital room. Holidays? Always ruined. He would pick fights just to be the center of attention.
The Icy Reality
But the most alarming event came one winter morning. My 21-year-old son, the same one who had worked for him, skidded on ice while driving to work. His car hit the side guardrail and flipped. Thank the heavens he came out only slightly injured.
While most people would've run to their stepson's side, my husband resorted to distasteful jokes. I was already reeling from that when he put on a performance that would make Gordon Ramsey look like a Zen monk.
The Day That Broke The Camel's Back
The following morning, my husband lost it over the phone. Why? Because my son, still sore and in shock from the accident, dared to ask for a day off. His crime was inconveniencing the family business. As if he had planned to wreck his car for fun!
My son had had enough; he quit his job. That's when I knew I'd also had enough. I told my husband to pack his things and leave.
The Ghosting Week and The Final Goodbye
Would you believe, the man ghosted me for a week? When he finally spoke, he claimed he was "too busy at work" to even give me a call. Ironic, isn't it? He had all the time in the world for work but not a second for his crumbling marriage.
No More Chances
So, when he came back saying he didn't want to break up, I said I was done. Why? Because this was not just about a bad day, a mood swing, or a random act of selfishness. This was a pattern. A pattern of neglect, emotional abuse, and misplaced priorities.
He thought I overreacted. I think I finally reacted.
So, let this be a lesson in what not to do unless you want your partner writing an eye-opening article about your failures as a spouse. Priorities, folks. Get them straight, or you might find yourself packing your bags one day.