June 16th Im not going to spend my days stuck with a decrepit old woman, bellowed my husband. That was it!
I suppose I ought to start this entry by admitting that Junes already proving tougher than Id hoped
A GIFT Well, son, tell me about your day. How did things go? Dad, Harry, arrived home, scooped me up
Aiden, I need your help with Mums birthday present. Margaret put aside her phone and turned to her husband
Aunt on a Visit, Wife in Tears Robert was woken abruptly by the doorbell. On the other side of the bed
I’m not spending my twilight years with an old wreck, snapped my husband. “Enough is enough!”
The Woman Who Walked Out on Her Husband and Children: Two Days Later, She Received a Letter That Changed Everything
After Returning Home from Work, the Father Just Wanted to Watch the Football Match in Peace—Ignoring Family Responsibilities, He Refused to Put the Screaming Children to Bed.
But That Evening, Everything Changed: His Frustrated Wife Slammed the Door and Left, Leaving the Children in His Care. The Quiet World of a Man Enjoying a Beer on the Sofa Was Suddenly Turned Upside Down. Here’s the Letter He Wrote to His Wife a Few Days Later:
“My Dear,
A few days ago, we argued. I came home exhausted. It was 8pm, and I just wanted to relax on the sofa and watch the match.
You were in a bad mood and clearly worn out. The children argued and screamed as you tried to get them to bed.
I turned up the volume to drown them out.
‘Would it kill you to help out a little and share the parenting?’ you asked, turning the volume down.
Frustrated, I snapped back: ‘I’ve been working all day so you can stay home and play with dolls.’
We argued. Words flew. You cried because you were so tired and angry. I said a lot of things. You shouted you couldn’t take it anymore. Then you left, leaving the children with me.
I had to feed them and put them to bed myself. You didn’t return the next day. I took time off work to stay home with the children.
I went through all their tantrums and tears.
I ran around the house all day and didn’t get a moment to wash.
I was home all day without an adult to talk to.
I never got to sit down and enjoy a meal—I had to look after the children constantly.
I was so exhausted I felt I could have slept for 20 hours straight, but that’s impossible when a child wakes screaming every three hours.
I lived without you for two days and a night. And now I know it all.
I know how tired you are.
I understand: being a mother is a constant sacrifice.
It’s so much harder than sitting in an office for ten hours making major financial decisions.
I realised you gave up your career and financial freedom to be there for our children.
I understand how tough it is when the finances aren’t yours but your partner’s.
I understand what you sacrifice when you turn down a party or a trip to the gym with friends. You miss your favourite activities and never get a proper night’s sleep.
I know what it’s like to feel cut off from the world, trapped with the children while everything else passes by.
I understand why you feel hurt when my mum criticises your parenting. Nobody understands the children better than their mother.
I know now that mothers have the greatest responsibility in society. But sadly, no one appreciates or praises them for it.
I’m not writing just to say how much I miss you. I don’t want another day of your life to pass without these words:
“You are incredibly brave, you do a wonderful job, and I truly admire you!”
The role of wife, mother, and homemaker is the most important in society, yet the least appreciated. Share this letter with your friends—let’s finally start celebrating the world’s most vital profession: the profession of being a mother.” The woman ran from the house, leaving her husband and children, and two days later, received a letter.
Dont stare at me like that! I dont want this baby if it wont be with me. Take it away! the stranger shouted
I’ll find a better husband for my daughter This months going to be tougher, muttered Andrew, refreshing
My Brother Told Me Our Mum Had Laid Hands on His Wife, and I Immediately Knew Something Was Seriously Wrong
During our holiday, Mum called me in a fit of hysteria, unable to stop crying and completely distraught. After the call, I reached out to my brother to find out what had happened, but he replied coldly, insisting I should just ask Mum myself — after all, I should know why she was so upset. He even said she’d got what she deserved. Feeling utterly confused, my husband and I decided to cut our holiday short. Despite the expensive tickets, we rushed home.
When we arrived, Mum was still in pieces, unable to calm down. I gave her some camomile tea to soothe her nerves, and she told us what had happened. Apparently, when she’d returned from work, she was horrified to find her pregnant daughter-in-law covered in bruises, which made her even more concerned. Mum immediately rushed over, gave her a hug, and asked what had happened. Just then, my brother walked in, and his wife suddenly leapt up and started shouting that my mum had assaulted her.
Mum was left standing there, completely bewildered, unable to process what was going on. My brother, believing his wife, was outraged and threw our mum out of the house on the spot. Later, he took his wife to the hospital, where, tragically, she lost the baby. He refused to listen to any explanations, avoided our calls and held a grudge against our mother. But deep down, I sensed something was terribly off and chose to trust Mum’s account. Thankfully, the truth finally came out — and from a totally unexpected source.
It turned out, my sister-in-law’s friend, who proved to be a decent soul, told me the real story. She revealed it was actually my sister-in-law’s calculated plan all along to manipulate her husband into evicting Mum from the house. She’d even gone so far as to take deliberate action to end her own pregnancy. When my brother learned the truth, he was furious and threw his wife out immediately. He then apologised to our mum with all his heart.
A mother’s heart is always forgiving; despite all the ordeal, my mum welcomed her son home with open arms. My brother told me that our mum had supposedly laid a hand on his wife, and I just knew straight away
