After a difficult divorce, I thought the worst was behind me. But I quickly learned that some people don’t let go easily—especially when they’re not ready to take responsibility for their actions. My ex-husband, Kevin, wasn’t just bitter; he made it his mission to make my life miserable. But what he didn’t realize was that the same obsession that fueled his behavior would ultimately be his downfall.
My name is Taylor. At 30, I thought I had life figured out. Kevin and I had been married for seven years, and for most of that time, I truly believed we were happy. I ignored the warning signs: late nights at work, cryptic texts, and a phone he guarded like it held national secrets.
“Taylor, you’re being paranoid,” he’d say. “You just don’t trust me.”
But eventually, the truth made itself impossible to ignore. One weekday morning, I forgot my laptop and came home to grab it—only to find Kevin with another woman in our bed. The shock hit me like a wave, but his reaction was even worse than the betrayal itself.
“You never made it easy,” he snapped. “You were never enough.”
That moment was the end of our marriage. I packed my bags and left. The divorce process was ugly—he fought me over everything. But I didn’t care about the material things. I just wanted peace.
Oddly enough, I found that peace across the street from the house we once shared. My realtor was hesitant about the location, but to me, it was perfect. The apartment felt like a fresh start.
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