Marriage is supposed to be about love, respect, and standing by each other through every season of life. For eleven years, I thought that was what I had with my husband, David. We built a home, raised four children together, and weathered the exhausting years of diapers, fevers, and school schedules. But somewhere along the way, his affection turned into contempt.
By the time he walked out, he no longer saw me as a partner. He saw me as a burden—someone who had, in his words, “let herself go.” That night, as he dragged his suitcase across the hardwood floor and closed the door on our family, I thought my world had ended. What I didn’t know then was that his cruelty would set me free—and that karma would humble him faster than I ever could.
