My Bathroom Door Was Smashed – The Truth Behind It Left Me No Choice but Divorce!

I Came Home to a Destroyed Bathroom Door — When I Found Out What Happened, I Filed for Divorce

It was intended for me to take a rejuvenating trip with my sister in order to reset and come back to my modest family of three with newfound energy. However, returning was actually a nightmare! We moved out after my nine-year marriage ended because of his unforgivable betrayal of me and our kid.

I never imagined that all of my marriage’s beliefs could be disproved by a brief two-day journey. I was happy, if a little arrogant, to be leaving Friday morning, believing John and Lila would have a great weekend together. However, what I saw when I entered the front door on Sunday night was very different.

To be honest, I had great expectations for my daughter Lila and her father John to bond when I decided to send them apart for the weekend. I imagined them spending time together, watching movies, and cooking pancakes on a Saturday morning—something they didn’t often get to do when I was around.

My sister Tanya and I went on a little girls’ trip while I was away, but it was enough time for my husband and our kid to return home with a broken bathroom door.

It felt strange to see Lila’s embrace and John’s fake smile as soon as I arrived home on Sunday. My gaze went straight to the bathroom door. Its upper half looked like it had been hacked to pieces with an axe!

The floor was littered with broken wood, the door handle hung slack, and the lock was broken and reduced to a pile of metal. They would not reveal to me the real reason behind all the harm.

“What happened to the bathroom door?” I asked, attempting to seem calm.

I glanced from my spouse to Lila, expecting one of them to provide a logical answer. Rather, John avoided my gaze as he shifted his weight and appeared anxious. It didn’t get any better for our kid, who was clearly uncomfortable in the circumstance.

“Oh, it got stuck while I was in there, so I had to break it open,” my spouse stated in a hushed, uninspired tone. “No big deal.”

After blinking in an attempt to comprehend what he had said, I inquired, “You got locked in? Why did you not make a phone call? Furthermore, where was Lila?

With her eyes fixed on the ground, my daughter stood motionless near the stairs. Usually, she would have interjected with a remark of some kind, trying to dispel the strange tension in the room. However, she didn’t. My pulse raced because it seemed as though she was a statue, firmly planted in her spot.

“Lila, what happened?” I made a gentle inquiry.

She looked down at her shoes, then back at her father.

“Not a thing. I’m worn out. Can I now go to bed?”

“Yes, darling,” I said, keeping my eyes on John. “We’ll talk about this in the morning my angel.”

I turned back to my husband and waited for a genuine response when she ran upstairs. But he simply shrugged and left me to think alone in the living room. There was a problem.

Although I was aware that John was concealing something, I was too fatigued from the journey and the drive to confront him. I needed a night to recover and consider my options for dealing with whatever this was. I thought I’d discuss it with him in private the next day.

I speculated that Lila might have shut herself in and felt ashamed of it. They were keeping it from me for that reason. I had so much on my mind that I made the obvious decision to take out the garbage before going to bed, something John had obviously neglected to do.

The kitchen emitted a weak, disagreeable odor, and the bags were bursting at the seams. While hauling them outdoors, I nearly ran into Dave, our neighbor next door.

“Hi Taylor, I’m happy to have met you following your vacation. Dave said, “There’s something I wanted to get off my chest,” before I could even respond. Without pausing, he said, “I’m really sorry for what happened,” his expression filled with sincere regret. “I swear I didn’t know who was inside when I slammed the door into pieces.”

“But to be honest, that piece of [expletive] should pay for it!” Dave snapped at her, then caught himself. He said, “Look, if you need someone to talk to, Taylor, I’m here,” to end his tirade.

Dave must have noticed my perplexity because he paused and scowled.

“What are you talking about?” His remarks shocked me, and I questioned, the knot in my gut getting bigger by the moment.

Seeing that I was in the dark and he would have to fill me in, Dave averted his gaze and uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck.

“Look, I didn’t mean to be nosy. On Saturday, Lila ran to my house in tears and said her father was having a problem. She informed me that she believed he was injured or something when she heard odd noises coming from the restroom.”

She was in such pain that I hurried there without giving it a second thought and heard hammering and other noises. I did what I felt was best since I believed that something horrible had happened. I got my ax and forced the door open.”

I held my breath as I stood there. “What did you see, Dave?”

His sympathetic gaze locked with mine.

John wasn’t by himself. He was in the bathroom with a woman. They both cried out for me to leave.”

My blood became frigid.

I had to hold onto the trash can’s side to keep myself standing as my legs swayed.

“What… what did Lila see?”

“Thank God, nothing. She was too terrified to approach the restroom. I dragged her outside and asked her to remain with me till the situation subsided.” Dave’s tone became softer. “I apologize. I wanted to express my support because I believed you to be aware.”

“Dave, you made the right decision. I appreciate all of your assistance. If Lila and I need anything, I’ll get in touch with you.”

With my head racing with rage and incredulity, I staggered back inside the house! My daughter is in the next room, and there’s another WOMAN in our house? My steps became heavier as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway, feeling queasy.

The notion of my darling seven-year-old freaking out because she didn’t realize her father wasn’t in danger—rather, he was just busy betraying our family—broke my heart.

John was seated on the couch and appeared to be doing nothing but staring at the TV.

I snapped at that Almost calm scene!

“Who was in our bathroom, John?” Furious, my voice trembling, I demanded.

Not even a flinch from him. For a brief period, his gaze briefly met mine before falling to the ground.

Innocently asking, “What are you talking about?” he irritated me even more.

“Don’t you DARE lie to me!” I yelled. “I was told everything by Dave. “Who was she?”

His shoulders drooped. He briefly gave off the impression of a dejected man, as if he were trapped in the act and had nowhere to go. After inhaling deeply, he remarked, “She’s… a friend.”

“A friend?” I repeated, my disgust and incredulity fighting within of me!

“While I was away, you brought another woman into our home? And our daughter Lila believed you were in danger, John! Are you aware of the suffering you caused her to endure?”

His voice rose as he repeated, “It wasn’t like that!” “It was just—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” I interrupted him. “What kind of a father treats his daughter that way? How could a guy treat his family that way?”

He was at a loss for words. There was a chasm of stillness between us, too deep and too broad to bridge. That was when all the love I had ever had for him disappeared, to be replaced by a cruel, icy resolve. It was unbearable to witness the treachery and the fact that it took place in our house with our daughter inside!

I was unable to stay. Not after his previous actions. I turned and made my way toward the stairs, stopping just to give him one more glance.

“I’m going to pack our stuff,” I remarked, sounding more composed than I actually was. “I’m taking Lila, and we’re leaving in the morning.”

Panic mask on his face, John got to his feet. “Please, let’s have this conversation. We can work things out even though I made a mistake.”

“No, John. There’s no way to resolve this. Something that cannot be fixed has been broken by you.”

And with that, I left him standing there, encircled by the ruins of our shared life.

I completed packed a few bags for Lila and myself the following day. I ignored her father’s repeated attempts to speak with me, even though his comments were begging and frantic. I had had enough of listening. I was willing to break our family up in order to give Lila a chance at a fresh start because I knew she deserved better than this.

Dave was honest, and I appreciated that before I left by giving him a bottle of whiskey and a short note that said, “Thank you for being brave enough to tell the truth.”

I watched Lila play with her toys in the living room as I sat in the solitude of our temporary apartment after filing for divorce. She laughed with a lightness in her voice that had not been there before, and her smile returned. It helped me realize that, despite how difficult it was, this was the right choice.

Although the conclusion wasn’t what I had hoped for, at least I now knew the real John. He was a man prepared to deceive his daughter and ruin his family. I was aware that I couldn’t spend one more minute in that dilapidated house.

Regretfully, I am not alone among women whose spouse attempted to conceal their infidelity. The wife in the next narrative believed her marriage to her husband Bradley was going well until he gave their car a brilliant new coat of paint. He was ultimately apprehended due to that paint work!