My Husband Constantly Mocked Me for Doing Nothing,

For years, I managed our home and family while enduring my husband Tyler’s constant belittling. At 36, married to Tyler, 38, we appeared the perfect family, living comfortably in a four-bedroom apartment with our two boys. Tyler’s well-paying job as a lead developer allowed me to stay home, but his sharp, calculated words made me feel like a failure. His complaints, especially about his “lucky shirt,” were relentless. I felt suffocated, though he was never physically abusive.

One Tuesday, feeling dizzy and nauseous, I collapsed in the kitchen. My son Ethan ran for help, and our neighbor Kelsey called 911. I was hospitalized, dehydrated, exhausted, and pregnant with our third child. Tyler, expecting a warm dinner, found chaos and a note I’d written: “I want a divorce.” Shocked, he rushed to the hospital, where guilt hit him hard. He began taking responsibility, caring for our boys and helping at home.

I filed for divorce, unwavering despite Tyler’s efforts to change through therapy and support. When our daughter was born, he wept, showing glimpses of the man I once loved. Though he’s consistent, attending appointments and helping, I’m cautious. When the boys ask if we’ll reunite, I say, “Maybe,” unsure if love’s scars can ever fully heal.