I froze.
“Truth is, I’m just sticking around so I don’t have to pay child support. A divorce would bleed me dry, man.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was the man I had shared my life with — the father of our kids. Someone I’d supported during his career slumps and late-night anxiety spirals. Someone I had trusted, forgiven, and stood beside, even when I probably shouldn’t have.
And he had reduced our entire marriage to a math equation.
The Pain of Realization
I didn’t say anything that night. I finished making dinner. I kissed my kids goodnight. I laid next to him in bed with my heart in pieces.
But something inside me shifted.
I was done crying. I was done hoping for a change. I knew the kind of man I was dealing with now — selfish, calculating, and cowardly. He wasn’t staying because he loved me or even respected me. He was staying because he thought it was cheaper.
He wanted to avoid paying child support?
Fine. But he was about to learn that staying in a marriage out of convenience doesn’t come without consequences.Continue reading…