STORY 1 : I caught my husband red-handed, passionately kissing his 20-year-old secretary in his car. Instead of shame, he looked at me with disgust and said I had let myself go after childbirth, telling me to look like her if I wanted him back. I left him. It was devastating, but with the support of friends and family, I healed. Years later, I saw him sitting on a park bench, looking pleased to see me—until I noticed his once-perfect mistress nearby, exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes and some weight gain. Without addressing her,
I turned to him and said, “Looks like it’s her turn now to catch you with a younger secretary.” Then, I walked away, satisfied. STORY 2 : A few months ago, my ex-husband fell deathly ill, and since I’m still legally married to him, I stepped in to help. For months, I cared for him, blended his food, assisted him to the restroom, pausing my own life to make sure he was okay. One day, I found out with shock and disgust that he regularly sent money to some young lady, who he had been in a romantic,