I Woke up to My Husband Saying: ‘Hush, She’s Sleeping’

I tried everything to please my spouse, but it felt like he was never happy. My spouse’s voice and a female voice could be heard in the hallway when I got up one day. “How could he?” I pondered. And for me, that was the final straw.
As a project manager for a bank, I can say that our most difficult project to date has been this one. I used to work on the weekends and would frequently arrive home late.

But my busy life isn’t limited to just my profession. My wonderful husband isn’t as gorgeous as he used to be, and I have a house and a husband to take care of. He hardly ever goes grocery shopping, doesn’t cook, and doesn’t assist me with housework. I’m accountable for nearly everything.

My struggles were not heard when I informed Aiden about them. We discussed my new project and my overwhelming workload. “Where have you been?” was the first thing I heard when I got home one evening at nine o’clock.

“I told you I would come home late because I had a lot of work today.”
“I wasn’t informed!”

Yes, I did. a few times. That’s what I’m now working on.

Aiden cut me off. Claire, whatever. I’m famished. While he watched a soccer match, he asked, “Will you make dinner or not?

“I doubt there will be much food left. We must purchase some.

He continued to stare at the TV, saying, “I’ll wait here; you can go to the store.” I then took my wallet and headed out.
While driving to the store, I lost myself in my own thoughts. Before, Aiden was nice and compassionate; now, he’s this demanding guy who gets upset a lot. I have to use caution when speaking with him.
“What took you so long? “I’m starving,” Aiden exclaimed as soon as I got home. I hurried to prepare dinner in the kitchen. I was left with a messy kitchen after he ate in silence and returned to the TV.

Is he not even able to clean his own plate? I pondered. I was too sleepy to engage in conversation, so I didn’t want to speak. After cleaning everything, I retired to bed.

I was so weak I could hardly stand the next morning. My head was blowing, my throat hurt, and my nose was clogged.
“You’re running late. “Where’s breakfast being served?” Rather of saying “good morning,” those were the first words I heard Aiden say to me.

After forcing myself into a steaming shower, I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. “Never mind, you’re too slow,” remarked Aiden, who was about to depart. “I’m going to be late,” he said, shutting the door in his wake.
I had to call in sick since I was feeling so horrible. After making some tea with lemon and honey, I went back to sleep. I sat on the bed and tried to recall the exact moment that Aiden began to treat me so poorly. This wasn’t always how he was.
But then I realised that I couldn’t recall the last time Aiden had offered me verbal or practical support. He never failed to assign responsibility to me, even when he was in error. I wept until I fell asleep.

It was sounds from the hallway that awakened me up. Has he returned home? Why has he returned? Could it be that he overlooked something?

“Go, I believe she’s at home.” Aiden was whispering to me. It won’t work today, he said. I stood up, moved to the door, and opened it silently. A stunning brunette caught my attention as she stood in the hallway.
“Dear, when are we going to meet then?” she inquired.

“Over the weekend. “I’ll start a fight with her, and then we can go on a two-day trip,” he declared.

“That’s fantastic!” She leapt into his arms with a squeal.

“Please, keep quiet. Shhhh.”

I returned to bed because I was in disbelief. It had the feel of a nightmare. Not even did they run! I ought to teach that man a lesson.
I sensed a change within me. How am I acting? Why do I put up with this treatment of myself? A man I was meant to be loved and cared for by…

I had a strategy. Aiden’s departure from the house made me feel instantly better. I made a call to get our door’s lock changed. My flat was the one I owned.

After gathering all of his possessions and packing them into suitcases and cardboard boxes, I went around the home to look for anything else that belonged to him.
I packed up everything the man owned since I didn’t want anything of his in my place. I didn’t want his vibe or any recollections of him there. All I wanted was for him to get out of my life so I could go on.
I packed his items for practically the entire day, and then I heard the doorbell ring when he got home from work. “Whatever became to the lock? “Why aren’t my keys working?” he inquired.

“You didn’t even greet me!” I said.

“What is this?” Pointing to his belongings, Aiden said. Claire, what’s going on?
“Aiden, this is where you exit.” I’ve had enough of you. Gather your belongings and head to hell with your mistress! I’m requesting a divorce.”

Aiden gave me a look as though he was unaware of the woman I had grown into. “Who is she? He must have wondered, “Where is the quiet wife who did everything I wanted at first glance?”
“Aiden, I am highly knowledgeable. You’re just using me; you don’t love me. Leave now and don’t come back. I refuse to pardon you!
The man gave me an incredulous expression. “All right. You’ll regret everything you say, therefore I’m leaving. He got into a cab, grabbed his belongings, and drove off.

I filed for divorce the next day, and it became final a month later. Aiden was in shock at what had transpired. He made multiple attempts to speak with me, but I simply refused to engage.

I felt different from the day Aiden left my flat. I’ve changed as a woman. I now love and care for myself, and I don’t let anyone treat me poorly or with contempt. My psychiatrist is assisting me in mending all the wounds that the abusive relationship left on me since I started therapy.