Hi everyone, it’s Hannah.
This is a difficult story to share, but I feel I must.
I’m 38, a mother of two wonderful kids (seven and five), and I’ve been married to my husband, Luke, for almost ten years.
We’ve had our ups and downs, like any couple, but what happened during our last trip to Mexico shocked me to the core.
From the moment we arrived, Luke was acting strange. He refused to take pictures of me, always saying, “Not now” or “I don’t feel like it.” At first, I brushed it off, thinking he was just tired.
One evening, on a beautiful beach at sunset, I asked him again. He sighed and snapped, “Not now, Hannah.” His words stung, but I let it go.
Later, I noticed how protective he was of his phone, hiding the screen and even taking it to the bathroom. My gut told me something was wrong. One day, when he was in the shower, I checked his messages.
What I found shattered me.
In a chat with his friends, he had written: “Can you believe it? With her weight, she still wants me to take pictures of her! Where does she even fit in the frame?”
Tears filled my eyes. This was the man I loved? The father of my children?
At first, I was heartbroken. Then, I got angry.
So, I posted a message online: “Looking for a new vacation partner. Am I really so unattractive that my husband won’t take pictures of me?”
The support flooded in. Friends complimented my pictures, while others expressed shock at Luke’s behavior.
When he saw my post, he was furious. But the real twist came the next day—he found out I had inherited a large sum from a distant relative. Suddenly, he became apologetic.
With a bouquet in hand, he said, “Hannah, I’m sorry… but with your new money, you can hire a trainer and lose weight.”
That was the final straw.
I looked him in the eye and said, “I am filing for divorce.”
He panicked, begging me to stay. Not because he loved me, but because he had planned to buy a new SUV with my money.
I walked away, feeling empowered. I didn’t need him to validate my worth. I was enough just as I was.
And now, I’m living life on my own terms.
What do you think? Did I overreact, or was I right to leave?
