During my pregnancy, my husband changed. He mocked my appearance, ignored my pain, and made me feel worthless. Then he left me for another woman, thinking he had won. But he didn’t know that I had a plan. And when the moment came, he didn’t expect the blow.
Pregnancy. One of the most wonderful moments in a woman’s life. Of course, if she has a loving husband who supports her every step of the way.
But for me, it was not like that at all. In addition to the constant morning sickness that tormented me throughout my pregnancy, I had Arnie, who never tired of reminding me how bad I looked.
Before the pregnancy, we had a good relationship. Arnie literally carried me in his arms. He made me feel like the most loved woman in the world, always finding ways to show his love.
When we decided to have a baby, he was as happy as I was. He beamed with joy as he held the positive test in his hands.
But as soon as I got pregnant and my body started to change, he seemed to turn into a different person.
At first, it was just innocent comments.
‘You could at least dress up a little better for your husband instead of walking around in your pyjamas all day,’ he muttered once.
And that was after I had spent the whole day on the toilet, vomiting at the slightest smell.
Then the complaints began.
‘You just lie around all day,’ he grumbled one evening as he took off his shoes. ‘The house is a mess.’
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
‘Arnie, my back hurts terribly, and I feel nauseous all the time. I can barely stand without feeling dizzy.’
And then Arnie started coming home late, buried in his phone, constantly texting someone.
I felt uneasy, but every time I asked, he dismissed it:
‘It’s just work.’
One day, when I was already eight months pregnant, he came home late again, smelling of someone else’s perfume.
‘Where have you been?’ I asked weakly.
He didn’t even look at me. He just threw his keys on the table, took off his jacket and muttered:
‘None of your business.’
Then his voice rose sharply:
‘JESSICA!’
I flinched, my heart pounding. With difficulty, I got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, breathing heavily.
Arnie stood by the fridge, staring at me.
‘Where’s dinner?’
My stomach twisted. I swallowed.
‘I’m sick again. I tried to cook something, but every time I smell food, I throw up.’
He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.
‘Could you at least wash the dishes?’
‘Arnie, I’m sorry… I’m really trying, but I feel terrible…’ My voice trembled.
He smirked:
‘All you do is sit around in sweatpants and complain.’
I put my hand on my stomach.
‘I’m carrying our daughter. My body is working for two…’
‘Don’t start!’ he interrupted me. ‘My sister was pregnant too. So what? She did everything! She cooked, cleaned, looked great, and didn’t refuse her husband in bed!’
I gasped. My chest hurt as if he had punched me.
‘Every pregnancy is different. I didn’t think it would be so hard for me either, but I’m doing it for her… for us.’
‘Stop making excuses. You’re just lazy!’
He turned and left, slamming the door loudly.
I stood there, clutching the tabletop, tears streaming down my face.
How could he do this to me? How could the man who swore to love and protect me turn into such a monster?
I couldn’t sleep that night. My thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone.
Where was he? Who was he with?
At dawn, I received a message.
‘He’s here. He needs to be alone.’
It was his mother. Relief washed over me for a moment, but then it disappeared. He hadn’t left me for someone else — at least not that night.
When Arnie came back, things got even worse. There was only hatred in his eyes, his words were full of contempt.
One day, I told my friend everything.
‘Jessica, you need to leave,’ she said.
‘I can’t. I’m pregnant, I have no money, no job, nowhere to go.’
‘You have people who love you. You’re not alone. You don’t deserve this.’
I wanted to believe her, but fear paralysed me.
But then one day, everything changed.
Arnie was in the shower. His phone, which he always kept with him, vibrated. I picked it up and saw the messages.
Dozens of women. Flirting. Meetings. Cheating.
My heart sank.
But at that moment, everything became clear. I had to leave. But I needed a plan.
And I came up with one.
When I was nine months pregnant, Arnie came home with someone else. He brought another woman with him.
‘This is Stacey, my girlfriend,’ he said calmly, as if it were perfectly normal.
‘WHAT?!’ I yelled.
He threw a folder on the table.
‘I’m leaving you. Here are the divorce papers.’
I was in shock.
‘What about our child?’
‘I don’t want you or your child.’
Tears filled my eyes.
‘How can you be so cruel?’
He smirked:
‘Look at yourself! You’ve let yourself go, you’re disgusting. Stacey is beautiful, young and… most importantly, she never refuses me.’
I felt everything inside me boiling.
Without thinking, I grabbed a pen and signed the papers.
‘You have no idea what’s in store for you,’ I whispered.
And he really had no idea.
A few months later, I got everything back: my house, my money, my freedom.
And then Arnie showed up at my doorstep, penniless and broken.
‘Come back to me!’ he begged.
I just smiled:
“You ruined your own life.
And me? I was free. I was strong. I won.”
This is a powerful and inspiring story of rebirth, self-respect, and overcoming toxic relationships. Jessica didn’t just get out of a difficult situation — she regained control of her life and achieved justice.
