The mother of your kids!”
My husband looked down and started crying. “YOU PATHETIC LITTLE—” his father began but stopped himself. “How could you do this to your family?”
Ryan’s sister stood from the table and pointed at her brother.
“You disgust me. Amelia deserves so much better.”
I’d always liked her. Ryan sniffled, “Amelia, we-we ne-need to talk about thi-this in private—”
“Oh, we’ll talk,” I said, cutting him off.
“But first, I have one more surprise.”
The room was tense as I reached under the table and pulled out the final piece of my plan: a small bag containing a shiny new set of locks and a piece of paper with a phone number scrawled across it. “This,” I said, placing them in front of Ryan, “is to show you what’s going to happen next. The card has the number for my divorce lawyer, whom I’ll call as soon as this holiday is over.
The locks are for the house, which I’ll change tomorrow. No, I won’t give you any new keys. So, you have until then to pack your things.”
He started sputtering.
“Yo-you can’t do this!” he finally said, wiping snot from his face. “Oh, I can. The decision’s been made.
Happy Thanksgiving, Ryan. And you can take this dirty turkey back to Kelsey. She can keep you all to herself.
No more sharing!” I added. Ryan’s mother burst into tears as his father shook his head in disgust. His sister glared at him, muttering, “You need to leave.”
With this tail between his legs, Ryan stood and walked out.
For the next few days, he called and texted non-stop, begging me for forgiveness. But I ignored every message. His family sided with me completely, which was a huge relief.
His sister even told me that when Ryan realized he had no options, he went to Kelsey’s house. Turns out, she wasn’t actually interested in living with him and shut the door in his face. She’d allegedly just wanted to reveal the affair once and for all.
I still didn’t like her, but at least, she saved me from staying married to Ryan. By Christmas, I’d filed for divorce, and my daughters and I spent the holidays at my mom’s house. I was sad that my in-laws would no longer be my family, but we’d always be connected through my daughters.
The following year, we went through the legal process, and I got everything I wanted in the divorce. Ryan only had the girls for two weekends a month. But he checked out after that and barely appeared in their lives.
Every once in a while, however, he sent me texts asking me to take him back. By the next Thanksgiving, I was with a wonderful new man, who woke up earlier than me to prepare the feast. He was even a much better cook and took charge of the kitchen while I got to rest for the first time in years.
Months later, we were engaged, and let’s just say that Ryan didn’t take that well. But that’s a story for another time. I hope that anyone who reads this knows that betrayal will feel awful at that moment, but you have to realize that it can also hold the key to your freedom.
My holidays since I left Ryan only got better, and that’s what I want for anyone in my position. Source: amomama
