Over a year ago, I left my marketing career to stay home and care for our three-year-old autistic daughter, Lily, whose needs are complex. I thought my husband Jake, a feminist, supported our partnership equally—until I discovered he’d been secretly posting in a group chat, mocking me as a “traditional wife” and sharing photos that painted a false picture of my life.
Feeling betrayed, I confronted him. He dismissed it as a joke, so I asked for a divorce. After heated arguments, I moved out with Lily. Jake begged for forgiveness for months, and eventually, we agreed to start over as strangers, dating again slowly.
This betrayal forced me to rethink my marriage and myself. Forgiveness isn’t easy—it means feeling valued again. We’re working on it, one step at a time.
