While I was overwhelmed raising our three young children, my husband mocked me, saying, “Have you looked at yourself lately?”—he didn’t expect what was coming. I’m 35, married to Dorian since 28. He was once charming, but with three kids under seven, including a newborn, my life became a constant blur of feedings and diaper changes, with no time for self-care. I barely showered or cared about how I looked. Dorian, meanwhile, drank and criticized me harshly. One day, he shouted, “You look like a scarecrow! Have you seen yourself?” Then came a cruel text: “I wish you dressed like my ex, Melinda—always put together. You look like you just woke up.” Exhausted and hurt, I later found a disturbing notification on his laptop. On his birthday, instead of cooking a fancy dinner, I gave him a single envelope. His face went pale when he opened it. I said, “Happy Birthday. This is your gift. Hope it’s enough for you.” (check in the first comment

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While I was overwhelmed raising our three young children, my husband mocked me, saying, “Have you looked at yourself lately?”—he didn’t expect what was coming. I’m 35, married to Dorian since 28. He was once charming, but with three kids under seven, including a newborn, my life became a constant blur of feedings and diaper changes, with no time for self-care. I barely showered or cared about how I looked. Dorian, meanwhile, drank and criticized me harshly. One day, he shouted, “You look like a scarecrow! Have you seen yourself?” Then came a cruel text: “I wish you dressed like my ex, Melinda—always put together. You look like you just woke up.” Exhausted and hurt, I later found a disturbing notification on his laptop. On his birthday, instead of cooking a fancy dinner, I gave him a single envelope. His face went pale when he opened it. I said, “Happy Birthday. This is your gift. Hope it’s enough for you.” (check in the first comment Read More