Karma Strikes: 3 Husbands Who Didn’t Appreciate Their Wives and Paid the Price

3 Stories Where a Husband Doesn’t Value His Wife & Gets What He Deserves

These three women had to deal with the terrible fact that their spouses did not recognize their actual value in a society where love ought to triumph over all. However, these males soon begged for another opportunity!

These are the stories of women who took charge of their own lives, got a little retribution along the way, and refused to let their spouses’ limited perspectives define them!

1: I ended my 30-year marriage to my “perfect” spouse, and it turned out to be the best choice I’ve ever made.

I announced my intention to divorce my husband on our 30th wedding anniversary.

Startled, he asked, “But why? I have always loved you, Kelly, and I have never cheated on you.”

Yes, he appeared to be the ideal husband by all measures. However, before you pass judgment on me, please realize that I had valid reasons for divorcing and that I was aware there was no going back.

This is my tale, too.

I had been married to Zack for thirty years. He seemed like the perfect husband—faithful, clean, and self-sufficient—on paper. However, our marriage was strangling me below the surface.

The birth of our children marked the start of the issues. I balanced a full-time job and cleaned the entire house by myself when I got home.

Zack took no action.

He did nothing when I was quite sick and could hardly move from my bed one time.

I was devastated by my father’s passing, and Zack’s reaction? That’s right—nothing.

The pattern persisted as the years went by. I was struck severely by menopause and nearly died of depression as a result.

Zack’s assistance? Not present.

After our elder children moved out, I battled empty nest syndrome while my spouse carried on as if nothing had changed.

Not everything was significant. He never bought me flowers out of the blue and never stood up for me when his mother made crude comments.

I had twisted my ankle once and was really hobbled. While he slept soundly, I limped out of bed the following morning to prepare breakfast.

When I told him everything, he cried out, “You never told me!”

However, I had. I tried to communicate every time I asked for assistance, every time I requested affection but was ignored in favor of the TV, and every time I pleaded for romance.

I even proposed marital therapy five years ago. Refusing, he said that if he was happy, everything was OK.

Now that divorce was a reality, he felt compelled to give it a shot. “Please, Kelly,” he pleaded with. “Please give me a chance to make you happy!”

At any point during the past thirty years, those words would have meant the world to me. However, right now? They only made me feel sorry and depressed.

I could not afford to lose any more time on someone who had never given my happiness any thought. Next day, I made my move.

I moved into a lovely apartment near Venice Beach and adopted a new way of life.

I started riding my bike everywhere, sold my car, and redesigned my clothes. I started dancing, met people, and felt a life force I hadn’t felt in a long time.

My kids, especially my oldest daughter, were in disbelief. She informed me that her dad was depressed and visiting a therapist.

I knew I couldn’t go back, even if I felt bad for him.

I met Sam a year later. He’s attentive, considerate, and ready to show me affection; he’s everything Zack wasn’t.

This summer, we’re getting married, and while I’m a little anxious, I’m also eager to experience what true love is like.

And my former husband? I’ve heard he’s dating a somewhat younger woman who frivolously wastes his money and treats him like a servant. I guess in the end, we all get what we deserve.

I don’t feel bad about my choice. I feel more youthful, attractive, and optimistic at 55 than I have in years.

Even when something appears ideal on the surface, sometimes the bravest thing you can do is walk away from a circumstance that no longer serves you.

How, at the age of 59, I Used My Husband’s Cruel Jokes to Launch a Modeling Career

My spouse used to make fun of my appearance. He was impressed by my beauty when we first started dating in college.

But he wouldn’t stop telling me that I was unattractive and that there was nothing I could do about it after I reached 59. Every time I just swallowed my fury, I became less respectable of myself.

Then the day arrived when I could never go back.

Before work, I ran into a friend of mine, and she listened to my issues and provided me the ideal strategy for winning back my husband and regaining my self-love.

I could already see him pleading with me for pardon after all those years of harassment. That’s how this miracle came to pass:

My name is Brooke, and I have been wed to Peter for many years. All five of our children have moved abroad.

Peter took an early retirement, but I kept running a real estate firm. He didn’t think I was aging gracefully, and he started making fun of me for attempting to look attractive.

After that, my confidence plummeted and I would weep myself to sleep.

Peter declared one evening before turning in for the night, “I’m taking the dresser out of our bedroom. It’s too late for you to wear cosmetics now. What concealer on the planet can cover up your wrinkles?”

The final straw was this occurrence.

I confided in my psychologist buddy Lily. Rather than delivering the standard corny remarks, she showed me an old-model magazine.

“Why don’t you contact this modeling agency and try your luck?” she said.

Me? At fifty-nine, a model? But Lily’s next remarks, “When you have the desire to do something, forget age…,” struck a chord in my heart. “It’s just a figure,”

I went to the modeling agency covertly since I had nothing to lose. I was taken aback by the main agent’s cordial greeting.

“We’re here to let the world know that beauty is not age-restricted,” she stated. “Welcome to the world of fashion, Mrs. Gill!”

And that’s how my covert modeling career started. I used to run to photoshoots for different cosmetics and fashion brands after work.

Peter began to get suspicious of my shiny complexion, elegant hairstyles, and tardiness as my confidence rose.

He had to put me down one evening when I came home feeling especially confident.

He would make harsh jokes like, “Are you dating someone?” “These days, you wear way too much cosmetics… Who the hell would date an elderly lady like you if they weren’t blind?

I didn’t take his comments to heart this time, even though they were cutting. I had a strategy. I had to leave early the following day for a special TV appearance.

When Peter realized I wasn’t home and he couldn’t get in touch with me, he lost his cool. Peter had the day off.

Imagine his surprise, later, when he went on the TV and saw me on a chat show on the fashion channel, surrounded by several older models and even a well-known Hollywood star!

“My husband made me do it,” I responded, staring directly into the camera when the host asked what inspired me to start modeling. He thinks that only ladies with exquisite hair and delicate, velvety skin may be considered beautiful.”

I went on, trying not to cry as I spoke, asking, “Does love fade away just because we get old? Why do humans have such an obsession with surface-level beauty? Look at yourself in the mirror and then have a conversation, husbands who think it’s embarrassing for their wives to have wrinkles and gray hair.”

That night, when I got home, the house was completely dark. As I cautiously entered, the lights abruptly turned on. Peter grinned and came out of a corner to present me a bouquet of my favorite flowers.

With a gentle gaze down, he murmured, “I am so proud of you, honey.” “I am sorry.”

Once I accepted the bouquet, he showed me our bedroom and its newly installed dresser, which was filled with high-end makeup. Peter repeated, “I am very, very sorry,” and planted a kiss on my forehead.

I wept while grinning.

The taunts ceased on that day. Peter started to show genuine pride in me and my new work. More significantly, though, I had come to value myself again.

I discovered that true beauty knows no age and that it’s never too late to follow your dreams and stand up for what you believe in.

Let no one dim your light, dear to anyone out there receiving similar treatment! It’s never too late to show the world—and yourself—just how radiant you can be; you’re gorgeous at any age.

My spouse’s devotion was actually an inheritance scam
I was ecstatic to learn I was pregnant after attempting for years. My hubby was overjoyed as well and gave me royal treatment.

Sadly, after I found out the baby’s gender, my idyllic world fell apart.

My spouse said that it was not my place to have a daughter. He even threatened to walk out on me if I didn’t bear him a son. “I want a boy!” he exclaimed. For that reason, I wedded you.”

I was hearing things that I couldn’t believe. I had assumed for years that he would just be content to begin a family.

It became clear to me why my parents opposed our marriage when he said that he needed a son first. Allow me to clarify:

Claire is my name. Josh, my spouse, and I had been attempting to become pregnant for two years. I was thrilled to see the two lines on the pregnancy test at last.

When I contacted him right away, he sounded just as excited. He assured her, “I’ll finish work early and get home soon.” “After all, I have to dote on my pregnant wife!”

Josh attended to all of my needs from that day forward. He made me breakfast, forbade me from carrying heavy objects, and went with me to all of my doctor’s appointments.

His conduct had completely changed from his typical workaholic ways, and I believed my parents had made a mistake. You know, because of our disparate income levels, they opposed our marriage when we were married three years ago.

Josh came from an affluent family, so my folks felt he was just a rich jerk who would leave me if I didn’t do what he said.

But because I was so in love with him, I made the decision to break up with them because I thought he would never do that. How mistaken I was.

We were at the hospital for some tests on the day that everything changed. Rosaline, Josh’s mother, unexpectedly joined us, which was totally unexpected of her.

Rosaline spoke to the nurse as we were waiting for the results, saying, “I hope everything went well and my grandson is healthy.”

The nurse retorted that the gender would have to wait to be found out from the reports. “The child has to be a boy; otherwise, you won’t get a single penny of the money!” Rosaline revealed her shocking revelation at that point.

Josh interrupted me before I could digest this, saying, “Don’t worry, mom. He will be a son. There is no possibility that my first child will be a girl.

I was taken aback. “Josh, could you please explain? What difference does it make if our child is a girl or a boy?”

His reply rocked my world. “No, Claire! A son is what I want. For that reason, I wedded you.”

As it happened, Josh and I were married because in my family, boys were always born first. In order to succeed his father as the family’s heir, he needed a son.

Rosaline went on, “Girl, don’t overthink things. Never consider having a daughter; my son took care of you and fed you for a very long time! Your spouse will lose all of the money, and it will be a shame for our family!”

Like I could somehow control the gender! And why was the bequest dependent on him having a son? He was also a dude. Did that not qualify?

Josh told me his two older brothers all had girls when I asked. Since he was the third son, he was only expected to get about twenty percent of his family’s estate.

But his grandfather would change his will to give the majority to him if he had a firstborn boy. It was a terrible custom from long ago. However, Josh and his mother did not find it objectionable.

I considered asking my parents for assistance, but I decided against it given everything. I was forced to continue living this way.

Following the doctor’s appointment, Josh developed a risky food regimen and absurd rituals to ensure we would have a son.

He excitedly told me about his new “method” of ensuring a son one day when he got home.

“Start eating two pounds of raw beef every day, followed by a cup of hot spicy tea!” he demanded. “Oh, and when you’re having dinner, you should ignite some special herbs!”

Josh made me stick to this routine even though I objected to the health dangers. I ended up in the hospital with serious food poisoning, as was to be expected.

Josh dared to chastise me while I laid there feeling sick and afraid. “Claire, I can’t believe how weak you are! I’m leaving you because I don’t think you’ll ever have a healthy child.”

My doctor entered the room at that precise moment and gave me the news that would transform my life: “Claire, you need not worry.” Both your son and yourself are well.”

Josh’s eyes widened, and he started apologizing and promising to look after me. However, I’d had enough. I came to the realization that I couldn’t raise my child with someone who was so egotistical and cunning.

That day, I walked away from him and went back to my parents, pleading with them to pardon me for not paying attention to their concerns.

After giving birth a few months later, I was blessed with a gorgeous son named Donato, which means “gift from God.” We’re content and prospering now that Josh isn’t in our lives.

I’m thankful for my son, who is the best present I could have ever gotten, and for the strength this experience has given me!

Whether it was via a modeling career, a new love, or becoming a single mother, every woman in these stories developed the courage to speak up for herself. Ultimately, their husbands gained important insight from the experience.

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