“Remember your place—you’re just the dependent husband of the Scott Family. If this were ancient times, someone like you wouldn’t even have the status of a household manager.”
She used cutting words like that more than once to wound me, and with each blow, my love for her eroded a little more.
I took a deep breath, picked up my phone, and said into the receiver, “I’m going to divorce Vanessa.”
After the ambulance brought me to the hospital, I had no money to pay for treatment.
Vanessa had frozen my bank card.
Just like the time Jason had a birthday and Vanessa gave him an expensive watch. Overjoyed, Jason hugged her and kissed her cheek right in front of me.
Blinded by rage, I punched him in the face.
In return, Vanessa slapped me hard in front of everyone, called me petty and jealous, then froze my bank card, leaving me to survive on bread and tap water for a month.
Jason and I had clashed several times, and every time, Vanessa punished me by cutting off my access to money, calling it a “lesson to teach me a little humility.”