When Gina and her husband, Brendan, decided to part ways, she sought some peace by spending a weekend at her parents’ home, hoping to escape the chaos for a while. What she didn’t expect was to return and find her belongings scattered across the front lawn. But in the mess, she stumbled upon something valuable to Brendan, setting the stage for a moment of sweet, quiet revenge.
After our separation was finalized, Brendan quickly became someone I didn’t recognize—angry, bitter, and full of resentment.
“You’re really going to complain about me now? About the way I talk?” Brendan shouted, his voice booming through the house.
“All I’m saying is, yelling isn’t solving anything,” I replied, exhausted from the endless arguments.
“Don’t you ‘calm down’ me, Gina! You’re the one who wanted this. Just go live your life.”
And so, I did.
The process of dividing our things was tense and full of conflict. Even the simplest task turned into a battle.
“I’ll handle the books,” Brendan muttered while sorting through the shelves.
“You’ll just mix mine with yours,” I responded, frustration rising.
“Fine. Do it yourself then,” he snapped.
I needed a break. So, I packed a small bag and left for my parents’ house to clear my mind.
“You’re running off to your parents? Typical,” Brendan sneered as I left.
“They’re better company than you,” I shot back, slamming the door.
The weekend away did wonders for me. Mom spoiled me with comfort food, and Dad offered quiet support. One evening, as we sat together, Dad asked, “Are you sure this is the right choice?”
“Yes,” I said with certainty. “Brendan and I haven’t been on the same page for a long time.”
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