Then, one day, my best friend Veronica showed up.
“Meg, I’ve been calling you all week!” she barked, concern etched across her face.
“He’s gone,” I whispered, my voice hollow.
“David? Good riddance!” she scoffed. “I warned you, Meg. He was a jerk.”
“But… how do I move on?”
“You pick up the pieces,” Veronica said, her eyes filled with determination, “and find happiness. The kind that doesn’t depend on someone else’s validation.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
With a mischievous grin, she grabbed my phone and installed a dating app.
“High time you stopped mourning the Titanic and boarded a new ship!”
I rolled my eyes but let her work her magic. And that’s how I met Robert.
A simple “Hi, you look gorgeous!” popped up on my screen one night. I was fresh out of the shower, with only a towel covering me and under-eye patches in place. Embarrassed, I panicked and shut the app.
But when his message appeared again the next morning, curiosity got the better of me.
“Hi, I’m Robert,” he typed. “But my friends call me Rob.”
“Megan,” I replied. “Friends call me Meg.”
“Nice to meet you, Meg.”
His words felt… different. Warm. Genuine. Before I knew it, he asked me out to dinner.
The scent of English roses and shea butter clung to my skin as I stood before the mirror that night, ready to meet Rob. My nerves danced in my stomach, but I was ready to take a chance.
But just as I was about to leave…
“Going somewhere tonight?” David’s voice echoed through the room as he swaggered in, uninvited.
“Just… out,” I murmured, clutching my purse tightly.
“Signed the papers yet?” His tone was laced with indifference.
“It’s in the other pocket,” I replied, my voice firm.
“Moving on already, are we?” he sneered, eyeing me up and down.
But for the first time in years… I didn’t care what he thought.
Rob was everything David wasn’t — kind, attentive, and genuine. He listened when I spoke and laughed at my silly jokes. After a few months of dating, he asked me to marry him.
“Ready to spend forever with me?” Rob whispered one evening, holding out a dazzling ring.
“Yes,” I breathed, tears of happiness filling my eyes.
Months later, as I sat at a restaurant waiting for Rob, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Megan.”
I turned around… and there he was. David.
“You look… great,” he mumbled, his confidence replaced with hesitation.
“I’m doing well,” I said, my voice calm and composed.
“Jessica and I… we’re separating,” he said, his eyes filled with regret.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, though I wasn’t.
“I made a mistake, Megan. Leaving you… was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Before I could respond, Rob’s voice echoed beside me.
“Excuse me, may I help you?”
David’s eyes widened as Rob extended his hand.
“I’m Rob, Megan’s fiancé.”
David’s face paled as reality set in.
“Ready to go, beautiful?” Rob asked, his warm gaze meeting mine.
“Yes,” I said, slipping my hand into his.
As we walked away, I felt an unfamiliar sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer shackled by the pain of my past.
David was nothing but a distant memory now. And as I walked toward my future, I knew one thing for sure — I had finally found the love I deserved.
Man Mocks Wife for Gaining Weight after Childbirth Only to Discover the Painful Truth in Her Diary
For as long as I can remember, I had juggled work and home effortlessly. As an accountant at a top firm in Santa Clara, I worked long hours but still made time to ensure everything at home was perfect.
Chad, my husband, had been my biggest supporter. He always helped around the house and encouraged me through my toughest days. But after I gave birth to our twins, Lucas and Charlie, everything changed.
After years of trying to conceive, seeing those two pink lines on that pregnancy test was the happiest moment of our lives. Chad was ecstatic, and so was I. When the twins arrived, I decided to take a break from work to care for them. I thought Chad would understand, but I was wrong.
“All you do is sit on that couch, Lisa,” Chad mocked one day as I rocked the babies. “At least start working out. Look at how much weight you’ve gained after pregnancy.”
I smiled weakly, brushing it off, thinking he was stressed from work. But the comments didn’t stop.
“Losing a few pounds wouldn’t hurt, you know.”
At first, I tried to ignore it. I was too exhausted to argue. Between sleepless nights, feeding the twins, and managing the house, I barely had time for myself. But the hurt grew heavier with every comment.
I noticed Chad becoming distant. He didn’t acknowledge the little things I did anymore — how I kept the house spotless, cooked his favorite meals, and cared for the twins. When I suggested spending time together, he would brush it off and head to bed.
One evening, I gathered the courage to confront him.
“Honey,” I said softly. “I know work’s been stressful, but we promised to be honest with each other. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Lisa,” he replied, his eyes glued to his laptop.
“Are you sure? Because I feel like—”
“Noticed what, Lisa?” His voice suddenly rose, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Can you let me work peacefully? Why do you have to put your nose in everything? Use that energy to work on yourself. When was the last time you looked in the mirror?”
Tears filled my eyes. “Chad…”
“What? Are you going to cry now and make me look like the bad guy?” he snapped. “Look at your friends… and look at yourself. Why can’t you lose some weight?”
I kept my pain bottled up, hoping things would get better. I tried everything — I woke up early to do yoga, took long walks, and even followed a strict diet. But it wasn’t enough for Chad.
“Are you doing this on purpose so I’ll leave you? Or… are you seeing someone behind my back? Where do you disappear every morning?” he accused one day.
“Are you serious, Chad?” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“How would I know? You don’t care anymore. Maybe you’ve realized we’re not going to last,” he muttered before storming off.
Days passed in painful silence. Then, one evening, while I was preparing dinner, everything went black.
“Lisa!” Chad’s panicked voice was the last thing I heard before I collapsed.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctor’s words echoed in my ears.
“She’s exhausted and stressed. Her body is too weak to keep up.”
Chad looked shaken as he held my hand, but I was too tired to speak.
Chad looked shaken as he held my hand, but I was too tired to speak.
That night, Chad returned home while I remained in the hospital. As he tidied up the bedroom, something caught his eye — a small leather-bound book — my diary.
At first, he hesitated. Reading her diary isn’t right, Chad. But his curiosity got the better of him.
Hi PD…
Chad seems distant these days. I hope it’s just work stress. I miss how things used to be between us.
Hi PD…
Chad mocked my weight today. I’ve been trying so hard, but he doesn’t notice. I don’t know if he loves me anymore. I feel invisible.
Chad’s heart clenched as he flipped through the pages.
Hi PD…
I came up with a plan! I’ll surprise Chad by losing weight before our anniversary. I’ve been waking up early to go to the gym. It’s exhausting, but I just want him to look at me the way he used to.
Hi PD…
I feel so weak. Those gym supplements are making me sick. But I can’t stop. Chad’s words haunt me. I don’t know how much longer I can do this…
Chad’s hands trembled as guilt consumed him. I was so blind… How did I not see this?
The next morning, when I opened my eyes in the hospital, I was surprised to see Chad by my side. A bouquet of my favorite lilies and a card rested beside me.
“Get well soon, honey. The kids and I miss you. Home isn’t the same without you…”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him.
“I’m so sorry, Lisa,” Chad whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “I was blind. I hurt you, and I can never forgive myself for that.”
“Chad…”
“No, Lisa. I need to say this,” he said softly, taking my hand in his. “You are beautiful just the way you are. I was too blind to
