Happier Life After Bravely Divorcing My Husband

Everyone who meets her now always remarks: “Truly beautiful, confident, and so different from before.” She never imagined that her decision to divorce would turn out to be so right.

Everyone who encounters her now always has the same observation: “Truly beautiful, confident, and so different from before.” She never imagined that her decision to divorce would turn out to be so profoundly right.

After three years of love, they finally tied the knot. On their wedding day, seeing her happy with her wedding ring and tightly embraced by the man beside her, her parents found solace. Perhaps, at that moment, no one, not even she, could have foreseen a day when they would meet... in court.

After our wedding day, my in-laws gave us a small sum to build a home. In those early days, our small house echoed with laughter. We were always by each other’s side—working together, shopping together, tidying up our home together, and cooking together. He didn’t go out much then, only occasionally for a drink with friends, but he’d be back with me in just over an hour. I lived in bliss, content with our little nest.

Due to financial struggles, we decided to wait a few years before having a baby. Unfortunately, our plan fell through. That day, we sat silently for a long time before deciding to 'let go of the baby and keep complete silence before both families.' We believed we couldn't provide a good life for our child at that moment. We wanted our future child to have everything—to drink the finest milk, attend the best schools... But that was for later, not now.

On the day of the abortion, I cried a lot. When the nurse called my name, I wanted to run away from that room filled with the smell of disinfectant. He held me back, tightly squeezing my hand as he led me in. Like a machine, I silently shed tears, quietly letting go of my blood.

But strangely, after that day, he changed. He drank more, sometimes coming home not knowing where he was. I still went to work, still cared for him gently, but deep down, I carried a long and deep wound. I couldn’t forget my first child. And he, with every drunken stupor, would destroy things.

Remembering the first time I saw him angrily smashing things, I was surprised, then shocked and afraid. He was cursing himself for not having the courage to keep the baby. I understood, he was tormenting himself. I hugged him, we both cried. His drinking increased. He left me alone at home, sometimes staying out all night. I hid it from my parents because I feared their sadness, but I was sad.

He no longer cared about me. I became thin and haggard, but he didn't ask a single question. He no longer came home happy, always irritable, sometimes sitting alone, lost in thought. I dimly realized, the child had infiltrated and destroyed our happy life. I regretted, if I had kept it that day, things would be different now. This is the price I pay for rejecting the life of my own child.

I decided to have a child, regardless of what life was like, I needed a baby to soothe the wounds of both of us. But 1 year, then 2 years, I lived in bitterness, tormenting myself to forget the guilt, but still unable to have a child. Looking at me, I became more and more despondent, with none of the confidence from before.

Some days, I went to the company with a tired face from waiting for my husband all night.

Some days, I went to work with swollen eyes from being hit by my husband.

I don't know when, but my married life started spiraling downhill, and I couldn't even smile anymore.

Then one day, I felt different. Nervously holding a pregnancy test, I burst into tears when I found out I was pregnant. I was happy and imagined my husband would be thrilled too, embracing me and twirling me around like in the movies.

But life isn't a movie. That night, I waited for him but he didn't come home, and he wouldn't answer his phone. The joy drove me to go look for him, something I had never done before. Only to be stunned when I saw him holding the waist of the waitress in the bar. Watching her nestle into his lap while he shamelessly kissed her made me feel sick.

Turns out, his idea of fun was this. He revels in my loneliness, my pain, then comes home to torment and beat me. I returned in despair, filed for divorce, and left. My ex-husband later came to apologize, but I refused, I was determined to leave, and I didn't even tell him about the child growing inside me. I felt disgusted by him.

But somehow, since the divorce, I feel more at peace than ever before. I laugh more, happy with the child I'm envisioning. When they found out I was pregnant, my ex-husband and his family came to apologize, urging me to come back, but I simply said this baby has nothing to do with anyone else, it's mine alone.

I live in the embrace of my parents and siblings without needing him anymore. My ex-husband, upon hearing my words, left and never came back. On the day my child was born, only my external family was there, no one from his side visited. But I didn't need them, even though sometimes, seeing the baby resembling his father hurts.

After Baby Milk turned 6 months old, I hired a neighbor to look after him and started working again. I'm energetic, enthusiastic, and excel at the tasks assigned by my boss. People no longer see a downtrodden woman because of her husband, nor do they see bruises occasionally appearing on her fair face. They only see a young, beautiful, alluring woman, gradually asserting her position in the company with a fairly stable income.