My Husband Mocked Me, Saying: ‘You Always Look like You Rolled Out of Bed’ While I Tended to 3 Kids – He Didn’t Notice This Coming

I’m Lila, 35, a mother of three, drowning in motherhood’s chaos. My husband, Dorian, once charming, now wounds me with cruel remarks, comparing me to his ex, Melinda. His words—calling me “saggy,” “frumpy”—cut deep as I juggle Emma, Marcus, and baby Finn. Then I found his dating profile, filled with lies about hiking and gourmet cooking, using our honeymoon photos. Rage fueled me. I secretly documented the real Dorian: snoring, beer-bellied, nose-picking. I edited his profile with the truth, and it was banned within days.

For his birthday, I cooked his favorite meal, set a perfect table, and dressed up. He thought it was for him. Instead, I served divorce papers under a silver cloche. “This is the last time you’ll mistake my silence for weakness,” I said. He begged, but I stood firm. The kids deserve a mother who respects herself.

Six months later, I saw Dorian, disheveled and broken, pleading for me back. I drove away. Now, I’m reclaiming myself—paint-stained, messy bun, laughing with my kids on the porch. I never disappeared; I was waiting to come home to myself. Accepting help, like daycare, isn’t weakness—it’s strength. I’m finding the woman I was, one breath at a time.