My Husband Left Me During Chemo for His Mom’s Luxury Thanksgiving Trip – Then Karma Hit Them Hard

Two years ago, I was 30, halfway through chemotherapy, and learning that cancer wasn’t the hardest thing I’d face.

I lost my hair, my appetite, and my sense of normal—but the real breaking point came when my husband, Garrett, chose luxury over loyalty. A week before Thanksgiving, he told me his mother had booked them a luxury resort trip and didn’t want me there. My illness, she said, would “ruin the holiday.” Garrett didn’t argue. He packed his suitcase while I lay weak and nauseous, then kissed my forehead and left.

I spent Thanksgiving alone, wrapped in a blanket, watching strangers celebrate on TV. Three days later, I called a divorce attorney. Garrett didn’t fight it. The marriage ended quietly, reduced to emails and signatures.

A few weeks later, karma arrived. Garrett and his mother made the news when a burst pipe flooded their luxury resort, destroying her designer belongings and getting them banned. Garrett texted, asking to talk. I said no. His choice had already been made.

Healing wasn’t dramatic. I journaled. Took short walks. Volunteered. Slowly, I moved again. Eventually, I went into remission.

Then I met Caleb—kind, patient, and gentle in ways Garrett never was. He didn’t rush me or try to fix me. He just stayed.

A year later, he proposed quietly. Last month, we welcomed our twins.

I lost a marriage during chemo—but I found my life. And the love that came after was worth the wait.