I spent years trying to save my marriage, believing that if I just held on long enough, things would get better. I never imagined how quickly everything I fought for could be turned against me.
I, Melissa, cleared my husband Aidan’s $300,000 debt three weeks before everything fell apart.
It took years to get there, with me believing I was helping him, and ultimately us. I worked extra shifts, sold what I could, and cut back on everything unnecessary. I kept telling myself it was temporary.
That once it was over, we’d finally have some peace.
It took years to get there.
The day I made the final payment, I sat at the kitchen table staring at the confirmation email. My hands were shaking, but I felt lighter.
When Aidan returned that evening, I excitedly told him the debt was completely gone.
But then he looked at me and said, “Well, FINALLY you did it! I’m divorcing you. I’m so SICK of you!”
I waited for something else, for him to take it back, or at least explain, but he didn’t.
“I’m so SICK of you!”
Instead, he walked past me, grabbed a suitcase, and started packing.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I’ve been serious for a long time,” he said without looking at me.
That same night, he left.
