My husband threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn’t lose weight and even stopped buying groceries: I had to get revenge on him

My husband threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn’t lose weight and even stopped buying groceries: I had to get revenge on him

I once believed that our marriage was a union of love and support. But everything changed one day when he looked at me with contempt and said:

— You’ve gotten as fat as a cow. If you don’t get yourself together, I’ll kick you out of the house. I’m tired of being with such a woman.

Those words burned me from the inside. I didn’t work because I stayed home, took care of the household, the children, cooked, cleaned, was there when he felt bad. There was no time to take care of myself or lose weight.

Then my husband stopped buying groceries. He simply stopped. Silently. I opened the fridge and it was empty. Every day felt like torture. I asked him to buy at least buckwheat, but he insisted that I had to lose weight.

I sat in the kitchen drinking water to trick my hunger. I looked in the cupboards searching for anything edible. I lost weight, not thanks to diets, but from hunger and pain. He ate somewhere else, came home full and satisfied, and didn’t even look at me.

I thought for a long time about how to break free. It was shameful to ask for help. But one day I realized: he thinks I’m broken. He’s sure I’ll stay in this hell. And then I decided to get revenge. Continued in the first comment

I created a fake social media account and started messaging him under a different name. I wrote how much I admired successful men, how I adored dominant, strong men.

He bit the bait. We “flirted,” he shared intimate details, complained about the “fat wife” he kept out of pity.

Then I printed the entire conversation and put it in an envelope. I sent a courier to his workplace with the envelope. On the envelope was a bold inscription: “The truth about your employee.”

He was fired the next day. His reputation in the company collapsed like a house of cards. And me? I stood up, opened the window, took a deep breath, and felt alive again.

He left. The house is now mine. I was able to prove that even in the darkest pit, you can find the strength to rise. The most important thing is to never forget: no man has the right to turn a woman into a shadow of herself.

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