{"id":91690,"date":"2024-12-23T14:16:09","date_gmt":"2024-12-23T07:16:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/levanews.com\/?p=46619"},"modified":"2024-12-23T14:16:29","modified_gmt":"2024-12-23T07:16:29","slug":"my-husband-forced-me-to-stay-home-with-our-sick-kids-while-he-went-on-vacation-hell-never-forget-the-lesson-i-taught-him","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/my-husband-forced-me-to-stay-home-with-our-sick-kids-while-he-went-on-vacation-hell-never-forget-the-lesson-i-taught-him\/","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Forced Me to Stay Home with Our Sick Kids While He Went on Vacation \u2014 He’ll Never Forget the Lesson I Taught Him"},"content":{"rendered":"

$\"\"$ \n

I trudged through the door at 8:30 p.m., my feet aching from a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital. Chaos greeted me: the TV blared cartoons, Zach and Penny screamed as they chased each other around the living room, and Garrett lounged on the couch, beer in hand, scrolling through his phone.\n

“Hey, babe,” he said, not even glancing up. “Rough day?”\n

I swallowed the sarcastic reply forming in my throat. “You could say that. The ER was a madhouse.” My eyes swept over the sea of toys and snack wrappers. “Did you feed the kids dinner?”\n

Garrett shrugged. “They had some chips. I figured you’d want to cook when you got home.”\n

Counting to ten, I forced myself to stay calm. This had become my reality: coming home to a disaster zone and a husband who seemed incapable of helping.\n

$\"\"$ \n

“Mommy!” Penny clung to my leg, her pigtails disheveled. “I’m starving!”\n

I smiled weakly. “Okay, sweetheart. Let\u2019s get you and your brother something real to eat.”\n

As I reheated leftovers, I thought about our upcoming beach vacation, hoping it might rekindle something between Garrett and me.\n

“So, you packed for the trip yet?” I asked, setting plates in front of the kids.\n

Garrett grunted. “Nah, I’ll throw some stuff in a bag tomorrow. No big deal.”\n

I sighed. “We leave in two days, Garrett. A little planning wouldn\u2019t hurt.”\n

He rolled his eyes. “Relax. It’ll be fine. You worry too much.”\n

$\"\"$ \n

The night before our departure, I woke to the sound of retching. Zach hunched over the toilet, his face pale and sweaty. Within an hour, Penny was sick too.\n

At breakfast, I broke the news gently. “We\u2019ll have to postpone the trip. The kids caught a stomach bug.”\n

Garrett froze, his fork mid-air. “What? No way. I’ve been looking forward to this for months!”\n

“I know, but they’re too sick to travel. We can reschedule.”\n

His jaw tightened. “I’m still going.”\n

I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “Excuse me?”\n

“You heard me. I need this break, Nora. Work’s been insane lately.”\n

$\"\"$ \n

“And my job isn’t?” I shot back. “I\u2019m a nurse, Garrett. I deal with actual emergencies every day.”\n

He scoffed. “This isn\u2019t a competition. You stay with the kids. I\u2019ll go enjoy the beach for both of us.”\n

As he packed his suitcase, ignoring Zach and Penny\u2019s disappointed faces, something inside me snapped.\n

The following week was exhausting. I cared for two sick kids while Garrett sent smug beach selfies, each one fueling my anger.\n

On Friday, my phone buzzed with another photo: Garrett, smiling over a fancy cocktail, captioned “Living the dream!”\n

That was it. I’d had enough.\n

$\"\"$ \n

I marched into the garage, surveying Garrett’s prized “man cave.” His fishing gear, his boat, and the heaps of expensive gadgets he rarely used. A plan began to form.\n

Over the next few days, I photographed everything and listed it online. By week’s end, all of Garrett’s precious possessions were gone, replaced by a thick wad of cash in my purse.\n

“Guess what, kids?” I announced at breakfast. “We\u2019re going on our own special vacation!”\n

Zach\u2019s eyes lit up. “Really? Where?”\n

I grinned. “It\u2019s a surprise. But it\u2019ll be way better than Dad\u2019s boring beach trip.”\n

A few days later, we arrived at a family-friendly resort. Watching Zach and Penny splash in the pool, I felt lighter than I had in years.\n

$\"\"$ \n

“Mom, watch this!” Zach yelled, attempting a cannonball. I cheered, then turned to help Penny with her water wings.\n

“You\u2019re great with them,” a voice said behind me. I turned to see a woman about my age smiling. “Single mom?”\n

I hesitated. “It\u2019s… complicated.”\n

She nodded knowingly. “Been there. I\u2019m Tessa, by the way.”\n

We chatted while the kids played, sharing stories about work and parenthood. It felt good to talk to someone who understood.\n

“So, what\u2019s your story?” Tessa asked, sipping lemonade.\n

I sighed. “My husband ditched us to go on our family vacation alone when the kids got sick. I was fed up with his selfishness.”\n

$\"\"$ \n

Tessa\u2019s eyes widened. “Seriously? What a jerk!”\n

I smiled mischievously. “So, I sold all his toys and used the money to bring the kids here.”\n

Tessa burst out laughing. “That\u2019s genius! How\u2019d he take it?”\n

“He doesn\u2019t know yet,” I admitted.\n

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. Garrett’s name lit up the screen.\n

“Speaking of the devil,” I muttered. “I should probably take this.”\n

Tessa nodded. “Good luck.”\n

I stepped away, answering calmly. “Hello?”\n

“Where the hell is all my stuff?” Garrett roared.\n

$\"\"$ \n

I leaned against a palm tree. “Oh, you noticed? I thought you\u2019d be too busy \u2018living the dream\u2019 to care.”\n

“What did you do, Nora?”\n

“I sold it,” I said flatly. “All of it.”\n

His stunned silence was satisfying. Then came the anger. “You what? How could you?”\n

“How could I?” I countered. “How could you abandon your family for a beach vacation? I\u2019m done, Garrett. Done with your selfishness.”\n

He sputtered. “What are you saying?”\n

“I\u2019m saying I want a divorce.”\n

After a moment of silence, his voice turned icy. “You\u2019ll regret this.”\n

I hung up, my hands shaking. But instead of fear, I felt relief.\n

$\"\"$ \n

Returning to the pool, Tessa looked at me questioningly. “Everything okay?”\n

I nodded. “Yeah. I just told my husband I want a divorce.”\n

“Wow,” she said. “How do you feel?”\n

“Scared,” I admitted. “But also… free.”\n

That night, as I tucked Zach into bed, he asked, “Mom, are you and Dad getting divorced?”\n

I hesitated. “Why do you ask?”\n

He shrugged. “You seem happier without him.”\n

Tears pricked my eyes. “You\u2019re so wise, sweetheart.”\n

As I stood on the balcony later, my phone buzzed again. Garrett’s text read: “This isn\u2019t over. See you in court.”\n

I exhaled deeply, letting the ocean breeze wash over me. The future was uncertain, but for the first time, I felt ready to face it head-on.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When our children fell ill and derailed our planned family vacation, my husband decided to go anyway, leaving us behind. Little did he know that his selfish “me time” would cost him more than he anticipated. I trudged through the door at 8:30 p.m., my feet aching from a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital. …\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":91691,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91690","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91690","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91690"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91690\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91701,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91690\/revisions\/91701"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/91691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91690"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91690"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91690"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}