01/08/2026
Before my accident, I paid most of the bills. I cooked. I handled appointments. When my husband wanted to switch jobs or "take a break," I supported it. I never kept score because I believed marriage was teamwork. Ten years together. I thought we were solid. Then I was in a serious car accident. I survived, but I ended up in a wheelchair. The doctors said I'd walk again — but not for at least six to nine months. Until then, I'd need HELP with basic things. But when I asked my husband for support, he gave me an ULTIMATUM. He said if I wanted him to stay and help me, I had to pay him $1,000 a week. He said, "YOU'VE EARNED MORE THAN ME FOR YEARS. NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO PAY UP. I'M NOT YOUR NURSE." I was scared. I couldn't even get out of bed on my own. So I agreed. I paid him every Friday. Same amount. Same transfer. And his "care" was the bare minimum. He rushed everything. He complained constantly. He'd disappear for hours and leave me alone. I also noticed he was always texting someone and hiding his phone. One night, I saw the messages. He was cheating on me with my friend. While I was paying him to take care of me, he was using that money to date her. I didn't confront him. I had a plan. I stopped crying in front of him. I even started thanking him. "Really, I don't know what I'd do without you," I said softly one evening. He was satisfied, thinking I knew nothing. Then one Friday, he came into the bedroom with his hand already half-extended as usual. I smiled back and said: "Actually… I have something SPECIAL for you today. A BONUS for being such a loving, caring husband during the hardest time of my life." He didn't hide his excitement. I reached under the bed and pulled out a neat white box with a ribbon on it. He ripped it open. And then he screamed. "What the hell is THIS?! Is this all I deserve?!" ⬇️