I told her to keep going. To pack. To pick up the kids. To not let him steal this from her too. She didn’t want me involved, but I didn’t care. I’ve never been close to him, and honestly? I don’t respect him. So I stepped in. I watched the kids. I waited. And when Dick finally walked in at 10 PM like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just detonated his own marriage with a text message… I looked him dead in the face and told him exactly what he was. A selfish piece of shit. Then I walked out before he could even respond.
That night, he blew up my phone. Message after message, call after call. I didn’t answer. I put him on Do Not Disturb and slept just fine. But Ana? He harassed her too. Until finally, something in her snapped into clarity. She told him—calmly, firmly—that they had two options: marriage counseling… or divorce lawyers. And then she laid down a boundary so cold it must have shocked him. No more calls. No more messages. Only emergencies involving the kids. For the first time, she sounded done.
The next day, he showed up at my house. Didn’t even have the courage to face me directly—he stood there talking through the camera, asking me what he was supposed to do with his own children. I almost laughed. Actually… I did laugh. Then I asked him the one question he clearly didn’t expect: “Did you even request the time off?” Silence. He dodged it, started talking about some “important business trip.” That’s when it clicked. He never even tried. This wasn’t bad luck. This wasn’t an emergency. This was a choice.
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