Echoes of Regret: A Husband’s Mockery Unveils a Painful Truth

“Husband Constantly Mocks Unemployed Wife for Doing Nothing, Finds a Note after Ambulance Takes Her Away”

A man makes fun of his jobless spouse, only to discover one day that she has left. He finds a note in her search that says she plans to file for divorce. Can he prevent her from doing it and keep their union intact?

Harry was enthusiastic about his game app presentation on this sunny and chilly October morning. He had dedicated the last six months of his life to this project.

Harry came into the dining room at eight o’clock, absorbed in his phone and hardly paying attention to his wife, Sara, or their two sons, Cody and Sonny.

“Good morning, my love,” Sara said.

With a chorus of “Good morning, Daddy,” the lads said.

Ignoring them, Harry hurried back to his room, grabbing a toast.

“Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice echoed through the space.

Sara answered, “It’s in the wash with the other whites.”

Harry barged through the dining room door. “It’s my fortunate shirt! For today, I needed it.”

“Up until today, I didn’t have enough white people for a complete load. There are more white shirts on you!”

“This is a big day for me, and you’re making excuses?” Harry shot back.

Harry, you’re overreacting. What counts is how you convey it. It is only a shirt. So please stop barking.”

“Oh my goodness? Am I barking? Would you like to proceed with this now?”

“Harry, what are you doing? You’re putting on a show over a really small matter. And while everyone’s attention was focused on your damned presentation, nobody would care what color shirt you were wearing.”

“A presentation, what the devil? Return soon…Did you just say that? Are you aware of how hard I’ve been working on that project day and night?”

“Be mindful of what you say. The children.

Harry blinked, “You sit at home all day doing nothing.” Is it too difficult to recall a single, basic item? You do nothing at home and just blah blah blah.”

“Harry, give up. The children are observing. You’re frightening them.

“Oh my goodness? Furthermore, no one notices you when you’re always chatting with your pals on your stupid phone. Sara, no one watches that, huh? If you can’t even give me a small favor, you’ll never make a nice wife.”

Harry grabbed his briefcase, got dressed up in an odd suit, and rushed out of the house.

Sara often called Harry to apologize after their disputes, so Harry expected one after he made a strong presentation and won the promotion. However, there were no calls this time.

He brought white roses home with him, thinking he would get her apologies nevertheless, only to discover the flat vacant. Sara had left a letter on the table that said, “I want a divorce.”

Harry called Zara, Sara’s sister, who told him Sara was in the hospital, looking confused and concerned. When Harry arrived at the hospital in a hurry, Zara was furious. “You told her she was not ‘wife’ enough for you?”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later, alright?”

Harry ran to see the physician. “Doctor, how is my spouse doing? Is it possible for me to see her?”

“It was only a little blow. She is safe from harm. However, she must now tend to her health. Just give it five minutes, please, as she needs to relax.”

With trepidation, Harry entered the ward and approached Sara, attempting to smile.

“I apologize, honey. Please allow me to clarify. I—”

“I want nothing to be said to me. I’m through. The only thing I want is a divorce.”

“What-What? Why? You’re going too far, please?”

“I had plans and goals… I destroyed my life by choosing you over every opportunity,” the woman stated. “It’s too late for your sorry, Harry.”

“Please, honey. Together, we can solve this problem,” he begged.

“No, I’m done with this. I have to be honest with myself. To thee. additionally to the children. Even though I’m 32, I feel elderly. Harry, I absolutely detest you. You really are repulsive.”

“What about the kids, Sara?”

“I find it difficult to support them right now…Thus, they will remain in your home.

Harry stopped talking and bounded from the hospital to get his children from Zara’s place.

He had pizza and ice cream for dinner at home. He called his friend Alex after putting the kids to bed, and Alex speculated that Sara might have simply snapped and would be back home shortly.

When Harry’s children woke him up the following morning, he immediately realized he was running late by checking his watch! Harry was rushing the kids to get ready for school when he burned his shirt and the French toast in the morning commotion.

He cried, “Oh, no, the toast,” and hurried to save breakfast.

Amid the confusion, the children cried, “Daddy…Daddy, what’s happening?”

Only the smoke alarm is sounding. Harry urged them not to worry, but things continued to deteriorate.

He was running late for a crucial meeting. “I’ll quickly get ready, and let’s grab something nice to eat on the way to school, yeah?”

He left the kids at school and arrived at the conference after dark. “I apologize! You know, traffic.

Harry discovered further indications of Sara’s absence when he got home in the evening. Her possessions had vanished. Feeling overwhelmed, he pondered, “Did she really leave me?”

The boys questioned, “Daddy, what happened to Mommy’s pictures and her things?”

Ignorant, Harry dialed Zara.

Zara, is this a joke of some sort? Here came your sister. took everything she owned. and abandoned me? Along with the children?”

Zara told him in a chilly manner, “Harry, she had told you, hadn’t she? You didn’t appreciate my sister.” Then the line became silent.

It was five months before Sara returned. Harry found it difficult to manage his career and family, and his output at work suffered.

Mr. Adams, his supervisor, once invited him out for a beer. Mr. Adams mentioned Harry’s recent job problems at the pub.

We’ve noticed that you’ve been arriving late and missing deadlines, Harry. We’re also a company.Say what I mean,” Mr. Adams uttered.

Harry cracked a joke, “So, you plan to let your best game developer go?” in an attempt to lighten the situation.

Harry was friends with Mr. Adams as well, and he could never have predicted what would happen next.

“I’m afraid, yes,” Mr. Adams said gravely. It’s beyond my control. I’ll provide you with wise counsel.

“What? I beg you not to do this! I need to work for my children.”

Mr. Adams said nothing, and Harry became enraged and stormed out. His phone rang as he was leaving. Sara was the one.

“Sara?” Surprised, Harry said.

“Harry, how about we have a little talk at five? In the café where we initially met…?” Sara inquired.

Sara and Harry met at a café to talk about their kids. She disclosed that she was seeking custody after attending therapy.

“Response? Dare you? following your departure from us?” Harry lost his temper.

“I’m their mother, Harry. Sara argued, “I have rights.

“You wanted to take them away, and now you want to abandon them? Now they’re accustomed to me,” Harry countered.

Sara wasn’t going to back down. “I’m entitled to have them returned. I’ll see you at the hearing.

A few days later, Harry made breakfast for his boys, having learned how to juggle a new freelancing job and domestic duties.

He kissed them good-bye and left them off at school, saying, “Daddy loves you,” before leaving for the custody trial.

“Mr. Wills, can you please tell us about your attention to your family while you lived together with my client, Miss Sara?” Harry was asked by Sara’s attorney.

“Well, I tried my hardest to support my family. I put in a lot of overtime. Occasionally over time. To make sure they had all they needed, I kept myself busy,” Harry remarked.

“I assume that’s what the majority of respectable family men do? And what about the goals your wife has? Did she wish to launch a successful career?

“Yes, she did want to work before we had our children. However, she remained at home to take care of the family and the children after that.”

“Well, taking care of the family, the children, cooking, and cleaning. In other words, your spouse has become your chef. Your nanny for the kids. Your benefactor. And did you disparage her by claiming that she was inactive at home?”

“Yes, I did. It was an eruption, indeed. I arrived at work late and—”

“Mr. Wills, did your employer terminate you? Specifically, why were you fired?”

Disapproval, Your Honor. Harry’s attorney stood, saying, “This is completely unimportant and unrelated to the matter.

“Objection overruled.”

“Thank you, Your Honor!” Sara’s attorney continued. “Mr. Wills, why were you fired from your job?”

Harry paused for a bit before opening up and meeting Sara’s tearful gaze. “Because I was unable to manage my responsibilities as a mom and my job. Though it was too much, I tried. I didn’t give up though. I wouldn’t give up on my children ever. I cherish them.

“Mr. Wills, how’s your current situation? Without a job, how do you plan to provide for your children?”

“I work at a job. I’m able to provide them with good support.”

“Mr. Wills, be more precise. Which job and how much does it pay?”

It’s a freelancing job, part-time. I work as a video editor.

“Mr. Wills, even if you’re moving down the career ladder, I like your confidence! You must not be making quite as much as you did in your last position, am I right? Ironically, the attorney continued. “A job as a freelancer. low pay. and bringing up two children amid the current downturn. All right, Your Honor. That’s it.”

Then Sara was called up to the box, and Harry felt his heart begin to race.

“Ms. Sara, can you please tell us about your life with your husband…I mean, soon-to-be ex-husband?” Harry’s attorney enquired. “Did he ever refuse to give you money or care for you in any way?”

“No…Not at all. He was always giving of our money. We never experienced financial problems.”

Has Mr. Wills ever reached out to touch you or the children? Has he ever behaved badly when he got home from drinking?

“No, he didn’t touch us at all. my partner. Apologies. Mr. Wills has never returned home intoxicated.

“Your spouse has looked after you. You two even agreed on that. He has never touched you directly. So why did you abandon the children and him?”

“My nervous system went out. He was never idle. When he got home, he would sit there with his laptop and hardly ask me if I was okay, happy, or sad. I made an effort to adjust. However, I eventually gave up and left. Since I wasn’t emotionally stable at the time, I didn’t want my kids to battle with me.”

Harry felt the words pound him like a ton of bricks as he began to slowly break on the inside.

“Where have you been these past six months, Ms. Sara? How will you look after the children, and what were you doing?”

“I was visiting a friend in Chicago. For a while, I wanted to be alone with nothing and no one. After that, I returned to Boston and found employment as an interior designer.”

“What’s the guarantee you won’t have another breakdown and won’t abandon the kids again?” The attorney broke Sara’s quiet.

Disapproval, Your Honor. This is unfounded and… Sara’s attorney interjected. “Ms. Sara, my client, has arrived to request custody of the children. Why would she abandon them once more?”

“Order…Order.”

“I promise never to do it again. My world revolves on my kids. I promise to support them and make sure that never occurs again.”

The decision was made public two hours later, and Sara was given custody of the children.

“Mr. Wills, you will be allowed to see your kids and bring them along two days a week. You must provide $860 per month in child support to your children. We have closed this case.

The day soon came when Sara would take the kids. She arrived, glad to see the kids again but sorry to see their father go. The older of her two sons stopped her as she was about to leave.

Cody said, “You’re just tearing us apart,” as he snatched Sara’s hand and ran to Harry.

Sonny said, “We want both Mommy and Daddy!”

That was it. Sara had reached her breaking point. She ran toward them and gave them a hug.