When I got sick, I finally saw a side to my husband that I didn’t like. He abandoned me and our newborn baby because he didn’t want to step up and be a good father and husband, so I played along. But I came out on top!
I’m 30, married to a man named Drew who’s 33, and we have a six-month-old baby girl named Sadie. She’s the light of my life—a smile like sunshine, chubby cheeks, and the sweetest little giggle. But apparently, all of that was just a minor inconvenience to my husband when I got sick.
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Let me tell you what happened. Strap in, because it still feels like a fever dream, and not just because I had a fever when it all started. This all occurred about a month ago. I’d caught some brutal virus. Not COVID-19, not RSV, but something gnarly.
I mean, this thing came with body aches, chills, and a cough that made my ribs feel like they were being punched from the inside! The worst part? Sadie had just gotten over a cold herself, so I was already drained.
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At this point, I was sleep-deprived, sick, and trying to take care of a baby who was still clingy from her own recovery. Strangely, Drew had been acting weird for weeks, even before I got sick. He was distant.
Always on his phone, chuckling at things he wouldn’t share. When I’d ask what was so funny, he’d just shrug and say, “It’s work stuff.” His fuse was short, too. He snapped over stupid things—the dishes in the sink and my forgetting to defrost the chicken.
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My husband also kept commenting on how tired I looked. “You always seem exhausted,” he said one night while I rocked Sadie in my arms and tried to suppress a cough.
“Well, yeah, duh. I’m raising a human,” I replied with a tinge of annoyance.
I thought maybe, just maybe, this illness would snap him out of it. I hoped he’d see me struggling and finally step up. Pick up the slack. Be the man I married.
Boy, was I wrong!
A sickly woman struggling with a baby | Source: Midjourney
The night my fever hit 102.4, I could barely sit up! My hair was stuck to my forehead, my skin burned, and my whole body ached like I’d been hit by a truck! I looked at him and, with all the strength I could muster, I whispered, “Can you please take Sadie? I just need to lie down for 20 minutes.”
He didn’t even blink. “I can’t. Your cough is keeping me up. I NEED SLEEP. I think I’m gonna stay at my mom’s for a few nights.”
I actually laughed—not because it was funny, but because it was so absurd I thought he had to be joking!
He wasn’t.
A sickly woman laughing while holding her baby | Source: Midjourney
He actually got up, packed a duffel bag, kissed Sadie on the head—not me—and walked out. All the while, I kept asking him, “Are you serious right now? You’re really leaving?” And he just nodded his head and said nothing.
He didn’t even bother asking how Sadie would be taken care of while I could barely stand! After he left, I sat on the couch holding her while she cried from being overtired and hungry. I stared at the door. My phone buzzed a few minutes later after I texted him.
A woman holding a baby and texting | Source: Midjourney
“You’re seriously leaving me here sick and alone with the baby?” I had texted, still in disbelief.
“You’re the mom. You know how to handle this stuff better than me. I’d just get in the way. Plus, I’m exhausted and your cough is unbearable.”
I read that text five times and stared at it in shock! My hands were shaking, whether from the fever or the rage, I’ll never know! I couldn’t believe that this man, who was supposed to be my life partner, thought my cough was too much of a hindrance than staying and helping with OUR child while I was clearly sick!?
FINE!
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
I somehow made it through the weekend. I barely ate. I cried in the shower when Sadie finally napped. I kept her alive on nothing but Tylenol, willpower, and instinct. And during that time, Drew didn’t check in, not once!
I couldn’t rely on family because they were hours away, and although my friends popped in and called now and then, they were too busy, out of town, or had some other reason. The whole time I was burning up in bed, one idea kept playing in my mind: I need to show this man what it feels like to be completely abandoned.
So I did.
A serious and determined woman | Source: Midjourney
I started devising my plan. I figured if he thought being sick and then abandoned wasn’t a big deal, I was going to give him an idea of what it felt like. By the time I felt somewhat human again, with no fever, still coughing but functional, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
So a week later, I texted him.
“Hey babe. I’m feeling much better now. You can come home.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Thank God! I’ve barely slept here. Mom’s dog snores and she keeps asking me to help with yard work.”
Yard work. Poor baby. Imagine that.
A happy man texting | Source: Midjourney
Ahead of his return, I cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, prepped Sadie’s bottles and food, and even made Drew’s favorite dinner, spaghetti carbonara with garlic bread from scratch. I showered, put on makeup for the first time in two weeks, and wore jeans that didn’t scream “I’ve been up every two hours with a baby.”
When he walked in, he looked around like everything was back to normal. He was smiling, looking relaxed, ate like a king, burped, and then collapsed onto the couch with his phone! He barely said a word to me about the week I had endured!
A happy man using his phone | Source: Midjourney
A few minutes into his relaxation time, I finally struck!
“Hey,” I said sweetly, “Can you hold Sadie for a sec? I need to grab something upstairs.”
“Sure,” he muttered after sighing and rolling his eyes. He kept scrolling TikTok with one hand and held her with the other.
I came down five minutes later with my small suitcase and my car keys. Sadie was smiling and babbling in his lap.
Noticing the movement, he blinked. “What’s that?”
“I booked a weekend spa retreat,” I said, calm as can be. “Massage, facial, room service. I just need some rest.”
He sat up, confused. “Wait, you’re going now?!”
A shocked man holding a baby | Source: Midjourney
“Yep. Just two nights. I left instructions. Bottles are labeled and her toys are there. Diapers and wipes are stocked. Emergency numbers are on the fridge. I got lots of groceries. Everything’s good. Unlike you, I actually planned ahead for you. Besides, you’re the dad. You know how to handle this stuff.”
“Claire, I don’t know what to—” he started.
I raised a hand. “No, no. Your words last week, remember? ‘You’re the mom. You know how to handle this stuff better than me.’ Now it’s your turn.”
A woman leaving with luggage | Source: Midjourney
He seemed gobsmacked for a few seconds before he said, “Wait—Claire, c’mon. You can’t just—”
“I can. I am. You abandoned me when I needed you most. So now you’ll see what it’s like to carry everything alone. Don’t call unless it’s a real emergency. And no pawning her off on your mom. You’re the dad. Figure it out.”
He just stared at me with his eyes wide. I don’t think he was processing what was happening.
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“You wanted sleep? Good luck getting any. Bye-bye, dear. I’ll be back Sunday night!”
And then I walked out. I didn’t slam the door. I didn’t cry in the car. I drove 45 minutes to a beautiful, tranquil, and quiet little inn with a spa and free chocolate chip cookies in the lobby.
That day, I vowed not to answer any calls or texts. I figured if there was a real issue, Drew could get in touch with his mother or take Sadie to the hospital. I even ignored the first wave of panicked voicemails and FaceTime attempts.
A woman relaxing at a spa | Source: Midjourney
Instead, I had a 90-minute massage, took naps, read by the fireplace, got a pedicure, and watched trashy reality shows in a fluffy robe. Bliss!
Saturday? Slept in until 9 a.m., got a facial, and ate a warm croissant while reading a book by the fire.
He did call twice. Left two voicemails. One was mild panic. The other was an attempt to guilt-trip me.
“Claire, Sadie won’t nap. I don’t know how you do this. She spit up on me twice. Please call back.”
I didn’t.
A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney
But I did FaceTime that evening because, despite everything, I missed my daughter, and unlike him, I still really loved him.
When the screen lit up, Drew looked like he’d aged 10 years. Sadie was in his arms, hair a mess, chewing on his hoodie string. Her diaper looked… full.
“Hey, Sadie-bug,” I said, my voice softening. “Mommy misses you.”
She smiled. Reached for the screen. Drew looked like he wanted to melt.
“Claire,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t realize how hard this is!”
No kidding!
I nodded. “I know.”
A woman on her phone | Source: Midjourney
Sunday evening, I came home to a war zone! Toys everywhere. Dirty bottles in the sink. Drew was still in the same shirt from the day before, his eyes sunken, hair sticking up like a cartoon scientist!
Sadie squealed and giggled when she saw me! I scooped her up and kissed her all over! She smelled like baby wipes and panic, but was fine, maybe a little clingy.
A happy woman carrying her child | Source: Midjourney
Drew just looked at me like he was seeing a goddess with infinite powers—exhausted and ashamed.
“I get it now,” he whispered. “I really do.”
“Do you?” I asked.
He nodded. “I messed up.”
I pulled out a folded paper from my purse and placed it on the table. Don’t get excited, it wasn’t divorce papers, at least, not yet. He looked down like a deer caught in headlights, probably thinking the papers were the end of our marriage.
A shocked man looking at a list | Source: Midjourney
But it was a list. A schedule. Morning duties, nighttime feedings, grocery runs, laundry, baths. His name was next to half of them.
“You don’t get to tap out anymore,” I told him. “I need a partner. Not a third child.”
He nodded, slowly. “Okay. I’m in.”
To his credit, he has been trying. He wakes up when Sadie cries at night. He makes her bottles and finally managed to change her diaper without gagging! He even learned to swaddle her without watching a tutorial!
A happy man holding his swaddled child | Source: Midjourney
But I’m not stupid. I’m not rushing to forgive him. I’m still watching. Still deciding.
But at least now, he knows: love doesn’t mean allowing someone to walk all over you, and I’m not the type of woman you leave behind when things get tough.
I’m the woman who makes sure you never, ever forget it.
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
In the following story, a woman was thrilled when her boyfriend proposed but, his mother quickly shut down any idea of them actually getting married. To cut a long story short, the jilted woman didn’t take the slight lying down and got revenge in the best way possible!
My MIL Demanded to Share a Hotel Room with My Husband During Our Anniversary Trip
Our 10th wedding anniversary trip was supposed to be about reconnecting and romance. Instead, it turned into a bizarre nightmare when my mother-in-law decided she couldn’t let her “precious son” out of her sight. And that wasn’t even the worst part.
You see, Patrick’s mom has always had a knack for inserting herself where she doesn’t belong. But when she barged into our anniversary suite and claimed it for herself, I knew I couldn’t let this slide.
I just had to figure out how to make her pay for her antics without ruining my marriage.
A woman looking at her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney
So, my husband and I recently celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.
We planned a weeklong trip to a luxury resort, and it was our first real getaway since our son was born five years ago. The idea was simple. Unwind, reconnect, and maybe reignite a little romance. I’d been looking forward to it for months.
That is, until my mother-in-law, Victoria, inserted herself into our plans.
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
From the start, it was clear she saw herself as the third partner in our marriage.
At our wedding, she hijacked our first dance, taking Patrick’s hand before I had the chance. Since then, she’s made a habit of sidelining me at every opportunity. She made sure she was the center of attention on every occasion whether it was a birthday or a holiday.
When Patrick and I mentioned our anniversary trip, she immediately chimed in with her suggestion.
“Why don’t I come along?” she asked. “I could watch the little one while you two have some alone time.”
A woman talking to her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Alone time? With her hovering? No thanks.
Patrick, ever the peacemaker, tried to frame it as a win-win.
“Think about it, Anna. She’ll take care of our son during the day, and we’ll still have the evenings to ourselves.”
Reluctantly, I agreed. “Fine. But she’s staying in her own room. I’m not sharing my suite.”
“Oh, of course!” she assured me, her smile a little too wide. “I wouldn’t dream of imposing.”
A woman in her son’s house | Source: Midjourney
Fast forward to the day we arrived at the resort.
As we checked in, Victoria eyed the staff with that judgmental air she always carried. Her nose wrinkled slightly when she saw her room key. It had the shower icon on it, while ours had the bath icon.
“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.
She sighed dramatically.
“Oh, nothing…” she began. “It’s just that I really dislike showers. My bones need a good soak in a tub.”
My eyes narrowed.
The suite Patrick and I had booked, complete with a king-sized bed and a luxurious bathtub, was clearly the target of her complaint.
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I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could say anything, she marched toward the bellhop, snatched our suite key, and headed straight for the elevator.
“Mom, wait!” Patrick called, but she didn’t stop.
The poor bellhop barely had time to keep up with her as she barreled down the hallway.
We followed her to the suite, and by the time we arrived, she was already unpacking her things. She tossed her bag onto the bed, fluffed the pillows, and smiled at me like a cat that had just caught a mouse.
A woman standing in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
“This will do nicely,” she announced. Then, turning to me, she added with a saccharine tone, “You can stay in the other room with the child, and I’ll stay here with my son.”
Wait, what? Did I hear that right?
I looked at Patrick, expecting him to say something. But he just stood there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Mom, come on…”
“Oh, don’t be difficult, dear,” she said, brushing him off. “We’re family. This is what families do.”
A woman smiling in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
Her message was loud and clear. I was the outsider. The third wheel.
And the “I need a bath” excuse? It was just a smokescreen to take my anniversary suite right out from under me.
I stared at Patrick, waiting for him to tell his mom she was being completely out of line. I mean, who demands to share a hotel room with their grown son on his anniversary trip?
But instead of standing up to her, Patrick just shrugged.
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“It’s just for sleeping,” he mumbled. “We’ll still do the rest of the trip together. Let’s not make it a big deal.”
Not make it a big deal? I wanted to scream. But I plastered on my best fake smile instead.
“Of course. Whatever makes you comfortable,” I said sweetly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Victoria, oblivious to my tone, beamed. “I knew you’d understand, Anna. You’re such a good wife.”
A woman talking to her daughter-in-law in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
Inside, I was fuming.
This was supposed to be our anniversary trip, a chance for us to reconnect after years of juggling work, parenthood, and everything in between. I wasn’t about to let her turn me into the third wheel on my own vacation.
If she wanted to act like the queen of the resort, fine. I had a plan brewing, and I knew she wouldn’t see it coming.
The next morning, I acted like I was completely fine with the new sleeping arrangements.
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Over breakfast, I smiled, nodded, and let Victoria ramble on about how “thoughtful” Patrick was for including her on the trip.
“I just love spending time with my son,” she said, patting his hand. “It’s so rare these days.”
Patrick gave me an apologetic glance, but I waved it off.
“No worries,” I said. “Actually, I’ve got a surprise for you both.”
Victoria’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “A surprise?”
A woman sitting for breakfast in a hotel | Source: Midjourney
“Yep,” I nodded. “I’ve booked a romantic couples’ photoshoot at the resort this morning. I thought it would be a great way to capture some memories.”
Patrick frowned. “A couples’ photoshoot?”
“You’ll love it,” I said, keeping my expression innocent. “I talked to the resort staff last night, and they made all the arrangements. You and Mom are going to look great together.”
Victoria clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, how lovely! Patrick, isn’t this sweet of Anna?”
A woman smiling while talking to her son | Source: Midjourney
Patrick didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t protest. He was still in that awkward middle ground where he didn’t want to upset his mom or me. Poor guy had no idea what he was in for.
When they arrived at the photoshoot, the photographer greeted them with a big, cheerful smile. “Ah, here you are! We’re ready for your session.”
Patrick’s eyes widened. “Wait, no—”
“Oh, don’t be modest!” the photographer interrupted. “You two look like such a lovely couple.”
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I watched from a distance as the photographer posed them by the fountain, gushing over their “chemistry” and “love story.” Patrick looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, while Victoria basked in the attention.
I could barely hold back my laughter. This was just the beginning.
The next morning, Patrick and Victoria headed to what they thought would be a casual resort activity. Little did they know, I’d signed them up for an exclusive couples’ tango class.
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The instructor, Marco, greeted them with dramatic flair. “Welcome to the dance of love!”
“Wait, what?” Patrick asked as his eyes widened in horror.
Victoria clasped her hands in delight. “Oh, Patrick, this is so nice! I’ve always wanted to learn tango.”
I lounged nearby, pretending not to notice as Patrick gave me a desperate look. I just sipped my coffee and waved.
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“Now,” Marco began, “tango is about connection! Mr. Patrick, place your hand on your wife’s waist and gaze into her eyes. The soul must speak through the dance.”
Patrick looked ready to bolt. “She’s not my—”
“No excuses! Dance is truth!” Marco declared, clapping his hands.
Victoria leaned in, practically giddy. “Come on, Patrick. Let’s show them what we’ve got!”
Reluctantly, Patrick placed his hand on her waist and shuffled through the steps as Marco barked instructions. Every few seconds, Patrick tripped or stepped on Victoria’s foot.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I watched his misery unfold.
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“More passion!” Marco exclaimed. “The woman must feel the fire in her partner’s gaze!”
I saw Patrick muttered something under his breath that I’m sure wasn’t appropriate.
By the end of the class, Victoria was beaming.
“That was wonderful!” she exclaimed. “We should take dance lessons back home.”
Patrick groaned. “I think I’ve had enough tango for a lifetime.”
But the day wasn’t over yet.
That evening, I sent them off to the resort’s signature sunset dinner cruise. The staff pulled out all the stops, complete with a violinist, rose petals, and a candlelit table on the deck.
A close-up shot of cutlery on a table | Source: Unsplash
As they boarded, the captain greeted them warmly. “Welcome aboard! We’ve prepared the most romantic table for you two lovebirds.”
Patrick looked like he wanted to jump overboard. “Uh, we’re not—”
Victoria waved regally, basking in the attention. “Thank you! This is simply delightful.”
I waved at them from the dock.
“Bon voyage!” I called out with a grin.
Patrick’s face turned beet red. He glanced back at me, clearly catching on that I was behind all of this.
The cruise lasted two hours, and by the time they returned, Patrick was done.
A man standing in a hotel lobby | Source: Midjourney
He marched over to me the second Victoria disappeared into her room.
“What the hell is going on?” he hissed, his face red with embarrassment. “Why does everyone think we’re a couple?”
I blinked innocently. “Oh, I have no idea. I guess the staff must’ve misunderstood when I said it was our anniversary trip. I just wanted to make sure your mom had a good time, since she insisted on coming.”
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Anna… I messed up, didn’t I?”
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “You think?”
A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney
“I should’ve told her no,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I thought it would be easier to let her come along. I didn’t realize how ridiculous it would get.”
“Well,” I said, taking a sip of my champagne, “now you know.”
The next morning, as we packed to leave, Patrick was tripping over himself to apologize. “I’ll never let her interfere like this again. Next time, we’re hiring a nanny.”
“Sounds perfect,” I replied with a satisfied smile.
A woman smiling while looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
Victoria, oblivious to the chaos she’d caused, declared it the best vacation ever.
So, what did I learn from this? It’s that sometimes, you don’t need to raise your voice to make a point. You just need a little creativity to teach a lesson that won’t be forgotten.
Do you agree?
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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