When I married Jake, I thought we wanted the same things. I worked hard to keep the house running, thinking I was supporting him in his work. But then I discovered what his “work” really was, and it changed everything.
Jake always called himself “the busiest man on Earth,” locking himself in his home office for hours. He spoke about “building our future,” and I believed him. Love means supporting your partner, even when it’s hard, right?
To help him, I handled everything—raising our two kids, managing the house, and working part-time to make ends meet. But lately, it felt like everything was falling apart—our finances, my patience, and my trust in Jake.
Though we struggled, Jake always promised he was “so close” to success. He’d disappear into his office, calling it his “war room,” and claimed to be in “important meetings.” I adjusted our lives to fit his routine, keeping the kids quiet and timing chores carefully.
One Wednesday, things changed. The kids were restless, and while chasing the dog, my son startled me. I dropped a frying pan, causing a loud crash. Jake stormed out, furious about being “interrupted during a meeting.” But as he shouted, I heard a woman’s voice from his office.
Suspicious, I walked in and saw his computer screen. Instead of work, it displayed a bright online game. In a video call window was an animated avatar labeled “SUZYLOVELY88.” Jake admitted it was his “hobby,” saying Suzy was fun to talk to. I was shocked.
“You’ve been wasting time here while I do everything for this family?” I said. Jake snapped back, claiming Suzy “understood him” more than I did.
That night, he packed a bag and left to meet Suzy. But two days later, his mother called with surprising news—Suzy wasn’t real. She was a middle-aged man who had tricked Jake and taken his money.
Jake wanted to come back, but I said no. I filed for divorce, kept the kids, and started over. Life felt lighter without his burdens, and for the first time, I knew we would be okay.
