{"id":97526,"date":"2024-11-05T15:37:02","date_gmt":"2024-11-05T08:37:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/?p=97526"},"modified":"2024-11-05T15:37:02","modified_gmt":"2024-11-05T08:37:02","slug":"i-woke-up-at-4-am-to-make-breakfast-for-my-hard-working-husband-and-ended-up-filing-for-divorce","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/i-woke-up-at-4-am-to-make-breakfast-for-my-hard-working-husband-and-ended-up-filing-for-divorce\/","title":{"rendered":"I Woke Up at 4 AM to Make Breakfast for My Hard-Working Husband and Ended Up Filing for Divorce…"},"content":{"rendered":"

33-year-old Angela has never even imagined that her happy, stable family life would crack and fall apart in one single day. She sent us a letter where she shared her story, and she emphasized that her failure didn\u2019t make her weak and helpless. Driving strength from her misfortune, Angela decided to share it with our readers to get some fresh opinions about her intricate family situation.\n

Angela wrote us a heartfelt and emotional letter.\n

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\nMy husband, Max, 36, and I have been married for over 10 years. We\u2019ve always been what people call \u2019an ideal couple\u2019, because we managed to survive through many storms in our married life and still remain faithful, loyal and loving towards each other. At least I thought so, but recently I was heavily disillusioned.\n

Angela was worried about her spouse\u2019s well-being and health.\n

My husband has been working too hard for the past 3 weeks. He barely ate all this time. He lost weight and looked exhausted. I was seriously worried about him. Recently, I woke up at 4 am to make him an early breakfast. He was still sleeping.\n

I went to the kitchen and froze in shock, because I saw an unfamiliar woman, standing near our cooking stove. She was chopping vegetables, apparently for some salad, and she was behaving like she was familiar with all the things in our kitchen.\n

I started screaming, the woman turned around, made a \u2019shh\u2019-sign and said, \u2019I thought you\u2019d wake up even earlier. We need to talk, Angela. About Max, you and me. I\u2019m here to shed a light on many things in your life, after our talk you\u2019ll probably hate me, but you have to know the truth.\n

Angela wasn\u2019t prepared for the harsh truth coming from a strange woman in her kitchen.
\nI asked her about who she was and how she managed to come to my house, unnoticed. She said that she had a key and showed it to me. It, indeed, was the key to our house. She asked me to sit down, and when I reluctantly did, she introduced herself.\n

Her name is Miranda, she said, she\u2019s 28, and she\u2019s my husband\u2019s mistress. She told me that she and Max had been together for over 2 years now, and she boldly stated that they were so in love with one another that they were going to get married one day.\n

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Then, she told me she was 5 months pregnant, from my husband. And that was their long-awaited child. The pregnancy was a high-risk one, about a month ago she was diagnosed with placental hyperplasia, which meant she needed to take care of herself even more than before, there was a high risk of miscarriage.\n

Miranda told me that all these 3 weeks, my husband was spending time with her. He took a vacation from work and was taking care of her and their future baby. He was worried about the pregnancy, this is why he could hardly eat anything. And he told me he had a lot of work, because of their company\u2019s worsened balance.\n

Angela\u2019s strength in such a painful situation deserves all admiration.\n

Miranda told me that she made a duplicate of our key in advance. She\u2019d been here before, and this is why she knew my kitchen like the back of her hand. She\u2019d been preparing for this conversation, and Max didn\u2019t know anything about her intentions, otherwise he\u2019d have talked her out of this idea.\n

She pleaded me to leave my husband for the sake of their happiness, and I was just sitting there, in my own kitchen, with that strange woman, who wanted to be an owner of my happy life, and I couldn\u2019t say a word.\n

When she stopped talking, I finally regained my composure. I heard my husband coughing nervously behind my back. He woke up, and he was just standing there, listening to the final phrases of his mistress. I stood up, approached him, looked him straight in the eye and wished him to be happy. Max was trying to say something, but I didn\u2019t listen. I left without saying anything else to him and Miranda.\n

Surprisingly, I wasn\u2019t feeling bad at all. I felt relieved. I know that wrong people come into our lives to show us that we deserve better. And now, while I\u2019m in the process of divorce, I\u2019m ready to start a happy life, with my own house, with a decent sum of financial compensation and with a heart full of hopes.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

33-year-old Angela has never even imagined that her happy, stable family life would crack and fall apart in one single day. She sent us a letter where she shared her story, and she emphasized that her failure didn\u2019t make her weak and helpless. Driving strength from her misfortune, Angela decided to share it with our\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":97529,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"none","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[676],"tags":[384],"class_list":{"0":"post-97526","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-jokes","8":"tag-jokes"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/husband-work-hard-e1730795812509.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97526","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97526"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97526\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":97531,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97526\/revisions\/97531"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/97529"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97526"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97526"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97526"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}