When I surprised my husband Jonathan at work with his favorite lunch, I learned he hadn’t worked there for months. The security guard told me, “Jonathan hasn’t worked here in over three months.”
Confused and hurt, I followed Jonathan the next morning after he left for work. I tailed him to a rundown café, where I saw him with several women. When I asked one of them, she scowled, “That jerk? He doesn’t appreciate real talent.”
Later, I confronted Jonathan with photos of his secret life. He revealed, “I quit my job to follow my dream. I’m directing a play,” and admitted to spending $50,000 of our savings.
Our argument escalated, and Jonathan said, “I need to do this for me.” Unable to reconcile our financial troubles with his dream, I decided to divorce him. “I want you to be responsible!” I shouted.
Months later, Jonathan’s play flopped, and he asked to reconcile. I declined, choosing to focus on my kids and a new beginning.
