Woman Demands Husband to Get His Stuff Out after Supporting Him for 23 Years — Story of the Day

A woman goes through a rude awakening in a cafe and decides to do something about it — the first thing to go was her husband, but did he deserve it?

Debra Skye was a 52-year-old woman who was very much young at heart. Although she was in her 50s, she did not recognize herself as an old woman — not that she had a lot of time to dwell on the subject, since she had to work three jobs to support her family.

Her husband, Austin Skye, had slowly become a financial burden after he lost his job more than two decades ago.

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At first, he spent all his time looking for a new job without luck, but after some time, he stopped searching. Austin slowly grew accustomed to life as a dependent without any responsibilities, and gradually, his hobby became lying on the couch in front of the TV, drinking beer, and eating chips.

His body was the first thing to change, followed by everything else. He was well-fed and clothed even though he was no longer working.

It was a dream come true for a man who was always lazy at heart. Everything was enough for him, thanks to Debra working different jobs, but he did not seem to notice how hard she was trying.

They had married when they were barely adults; Debra was 19 while he was 20, and they had been completely in love with one another.

That love was what Debra thought about as she continued to hope that Austin would once again start putting himself out there for work. She even remained his staunch supporter at times when their relatives ganged up to ridicule him.

They got married so early in their lives because she had gotten pregnant with their daughter, Kayla. Of course, there would have been consequences if they had not wed, but their love had made it a simple, even natural, decision.

Their daughter, like them, also got married early and gave birth to a child who would grow up without his father because the man divorced Kayla.

Left to fend for her child while not being able to go to work because of the minor child in her care, Kayla needed help, and Debra was who she asked for it.

A dependable mother, Debra chose to pitch in financially, giving Kayla a steady allowance to care for herself and her child.

Never once did the steady supply of money waver, and it made Kayla complacent with finding her own source of income. She stopped trying to search for a suitable workplace and started depending solely on the allowance she was receiving.

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It continued that way for a long time until one day, Debra was jolted to a painful realization. That day had been just like any other; the woman left her home early and stopped at Starbucks for her coffee.

Once in the cafe, she joined a line three people long and patiently stood waiting for her turn while keeping an eye on her watch.

“Gordon will eat me alive if I arrive late today,” she thought to herself.

Her boss knew how many jobs she worked and usually cut her some slack, but Debra knew she had been pushing her luck in recent days. As she impatiently tapped her feet, several teenagers brazenly walked into the cafe and cut in line just when it was her turn.

The cashier, a young man with a bored look on his face, said nothing and simply started serving them. Debra couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Excuse me?” she said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you see me standing here? It was my turn!”

“I’m sorry ma’am, kids will be kids right?” the man behind the counter said, offering an awkward smile.

“What’s your deal anyway?” one of the teenagers said.

“Yeah, got somewhere you have to be?” another said in a mocking voice.

“I don’t think pensioners have anywhere they need to hurry to,” the third teenager said.

“You can stand in the queue all day if you want,” they chorused as they moved to the other end to collect their orders. Debra had never encountered such unruly children before, and it shocked her but not as much as what they said.

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When she returned to her car, she took a long time staring at herself in the mirror. The woman she saw looked very tired. Many wrinkles had become evident on her face, and her dark hair was slowly giving way to grey. Debra couldn’t remember when the gray strands first appeared, and it reminded her of how much she had been neglecting herself.

“I can’t even recall the last time I was in a hair salon,” she thought in despair.

The thought made her wonder what she had been doing all that time, and an answer immediately emerged — slaving away.

It made her very upset and realize that all her life, all she had been doing was trying to please her family, at the expense of her own well-being. “This has to end,” she told herself.

The first thing Debra did was call her daughter to inform her of her decision.

“Hello Mama, I was just going to call you,” Kayla said as soon as she picked up the call. “I was hoping you could send me my allowance earlier than Friday?”

“No Kayla, I will not do that,” Debra said, annoyed that her daughter had not even let her speak.

“What? Mama, why?” Kayla complained.

“Because you’ve grown too complacent with your lot in life. It’s time for you to wake up.”

“What are you saying, Mama?”

“I’m saying effective immediately your allowance is terminated and you’ll no longer be receiving it. If you want money, get out there and work for it.”

With that, Debra hung up and went in search of a beauty salon, where she had her hair dyed before getting a beautiful haircut, manicure, and many other procedures.

She turned her phone off to enjoy what had become a novel experience, and after that, she headed to a mall and got herself several beautiful dresses, one of which she decided to go home in. Her old clothes did not leave the mall with her.

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Upon arriving home, her husband, who had picked up a call from her boss redirected to their landline, asked where she had been.

“Two of your bosses said you didn’t turn up for your shifts,” Austin said from his position on the couch. When he turned around to look at Debra, he coughed up the bite of chips he had just swallowed.

“Debs, is that you?” he asked wide-eyed.

“Yes, it is,” she replied stiffly.

“You went clothes shopping and all when you were supposed to be working?” he asked her angrily.

She gave him a vague answer but he started scolding her about how much money she wasted treating herself to all those nice things.

They were in the middle of that heated conversation when Kayla walked into the house with all the confidence of a righteous person done wrong. “Why would you cut my allowance off?” she asked without pausing to read the room.

After a moment, she took in her mom’s new look and pointed out how comfortable she was spending so much on herself while refusing to help her.

Debra had to take a moment to calm herself down before responding by explaining what had happened to her daughter. The girl was still trying to contain her shock when her mother turned to her father and revealed her desire to get divorced.

“I’m done cleaning up after you Austin,” she said. The man was shocked. He could not understand why she suddenly turned upon them, but Debra did not back down.

“For the past two decades, I have shouldered this family’s financial burdens. But now I’m tired and would like to focus that energy on myself,” Debra said tearfully. It was like admitting defeat, but what choice did she have? Those she was fighting for had given up a long time ago.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“I want you to leave,” she said.

“What? You can’t mean that,” Austin said.

“I do,” she said, then went past him to get to their room. After that night, Austin’s bruised pride caused him to move out of their home without trying to beg for forgiveness, and Kayla stopped asking Debra for money.

A month later, Debra quit her hard and disliked jobs and settled with one that really brought her passion. She lived her life, traveled the world, and when she could, helped her daughter to look after her grandson.

Debra never regretted her decision to divorce her husband even though he begged her to return after he found a job. “I will keep your offer in mind,” she’d told him, and he had not stopped trying to deserve her ever since.

What can we gain from this story?

  • Self-love is non-negotiable. Debra sacrificed for her family without thinking about herself until the rude kids pointed out just how much it was affecting her. Her awakening brought about change, and she was able to start living for herself once more.
  • Never stop trying. Kayla and Austin gave up so easily because they were getting all they needed through Debra, who never complained. They forgot that the only way to move forward was by trying, but luckily Debra was there to remind them.

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My Wife Set Hidden Cameras at Her Ex-husband’s Home While He Was Away — I Told Him Everything & He Came up with a Plan

When Denise’s jealousy over her ex-husband’s new relationship drives her to plant hidden cameras in his home, she sets off a chain of events that forces her to confront her unresolved feelings. As secrets unravel, Denise must choose between holding on to the past or rebuilding her future.

Blended families come with their own unique challenges, but I never expected mine to include hidden cameras, confrontations, and a battle of egos.

A man looking out a window | Source: Midjourney

A man looking out a window | Source: Midjourney

I married Denise two years ago, and while I knew her past was complicated, I didn’t realize how much it would spill into our lives. Denise had a six-year-old daughter, Shelby, with her ex-husband, Elon, and their co-parenting arrangement was… tense.

Denise was overbearing when it came to our stepdaughter, and her fixation on Elon’s life didn’t help anything.

Elon, to his credit, hadn’t dated anyone seriously since their divorce. Denise often said that was better.

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

“There will be no witchy stepmom messing up my daughter’s life, Levi,” she said to me one night over a glass of wine and salads. “Shelby’s life will be perfect, and I’ll be the only mother she ever knows.”

But when Elon introduced his new girlfriend, Lena, into the picture, Denise’s carefully constructed narrative crumbled before her eyes.

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

“And you know what?! Levi! She’s met Shelby already!” she fumed over dinner. “What kind of woman just waltzes into a child’s life like that? He should’ve asked me first!”

She slammed the spoon so hard into the pasta dish that specks of food went everywhere.

I kept quiet, unwilling to fuel the fire. Elon didn’t owe Denise updates about his personal life anymore. But Denise wasn’t one to let things go. She demanded to meet Lena, claiming that it was her right as a mother to “test” anyone around her daughter.

An angry woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

“Seriously, Levi. I need to know if this woman is good for my child or if she’ll just cause Shelby to go to therapy.”

A few weeks later, I was using Denise’s tablet when a message from her mom caught my attention.

Have you checked the feed yet, Denise? What’s Lena like?

“What the hell? Oh, Denise, what have you done?” I muttered.

The feed?

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A tablet on a table | Source: Midjourney

My stomach tightened as I scrolled through their messages, piecing it all together. Denise had used the spare key Elon had given her to install hidden cameras in his house.

“This key is just in case Shelby leaves something behind when she’s with you, Denise,” Elon had said over family brunch one weekend. “I know it’s weird for you, given our history, but I’d rather know that you can get to her things if I’m not there.”

I’ll admit, I respected the heck out of him for that. Honestly, which man would just give his ex-wife keys to his house?

Keys on a table | Source: Midjourney

Keys on a table | Source: Midjourney

But this… what Denise had done… it actually repulsed me.

When I confronted her, she didn’t even look guilty.

“It’s not what you think, babe,” she said defensively. “I just need to make sure Lena’s treating my baby girl right.”

“By spying on them? In their private time?” I shot back, almost dropping my cup of coffee. “This isn’t normal, Denise. It’s invasive, and I’m pretty sure it breaks a few laws, too.”

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A cup of coffee on a table | Source: Midjourney

She crossed her arms, her expression icy.

“You don’t understand. And you don’t care about Shelby the way I do. I guess you don’t… she’s not your child anyway.”

I was furious. Sure, Shelby may not have been my biological child, but she was as good as! This wasn’t about protecting her. This was about Denise’s obsession with control. And her jealousy over Elon moving on with his life.

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t let it slide. I had to be the bigger person. I had to do the right thing.

When I told Elon about the cameras, he was furious.

His jaw clenched as he paced the room, muttering under his breath. But then he stopped, his expression softened into something I didn’t expect: a sly grin.

“Thanks, Lev,” he said. “I appreciate the honesty and the heads up. But now it’s my turn to ‘test’ Denise.”

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An upset man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Wait,” I muttered. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing hectic,” he replied sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know everything.”

He laid out his plan.

He was going to pretend he didn’t know about the cameras and act perfectly polite and loving with Lena. So much so that it would drive Denise up the wall. Then, he was going to set the stage for a confrontation.

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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Look, I wasn’t sure that it was the best idea, but even I had to admit that Denise needed to learn that her actions had consequences.

Elon knew Denise would watch every second of the footage. It was something that I believed too, even though the thought of it made me uneasy.

What was Denise still holding onto? Was this really about Shelby? Or was this about Elon finding love with someone else? I didn’t know what to think.

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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

But Elon was absolutely right. Denise did watch every moment. He and Lena played their parts perfectly, making casual but affectionate comments to each other often. One offhand remark from Lena, about Elon loving her cooking, sent Denise spiraling.

“She thinks she’s so much better than me, Levi!” Denise ranted that night, pacing the living room. “As if her cooking could ever compare to mine. Seriously, what is this man thinking? She probably only wants his money… and the house.”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

The next day, Denise announced that she was hosting a family dinner. She spent hours in the kitchen, preparing an elaborate spread.

Elon, of course, thought that it was the perfect chance to expose her publicly.

“Of course, I’ll be there!” he said into the phone. “Anything to make Shelby happy! And the kiddo loves having us all together.”

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A woman busy in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

The dinner started off tense but polite. Denise was on edge, glaring at Lena whenever she laughed at one of Elon’s jokes. Elon, meanwhile, played the perfect guest, complimenting the food and chatting warmly.

But Denise couldn’t hold back for long. I knew she was biting her tongue. And I also knew that she was going to explode.

As dessert was served, a large cheesecake, Denise’s act began to crumble.

“So… now you like my cooking? It’s not so bad after all, is it?”

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A cheesecake on a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Elon set down his fork slowly, his expression calm but cold.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean!” she snapped loudly, throwing her napkin to the floor. “I’m talking about your girlfriend supposedly cooking better than me. You love her cooking, don’t you?”

He leaned back, his gaze piercing.

“What are you getting this from, Denise? When have I ever said such a thing to your face? When have I ever told anyone that?”

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A crumpled napkin thrown onto the floor | Source: Midjourney

Checkmate, I thought, taking a sip of my wine.

Denise faltered, her composure slipping.

“Of course, you said it… to your girlfriend,” she stammered. “I overheard it… you must have been here. How else would I hear it?”

Elon stood, his tone suddenly ice cold.

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A glass of wine on a table | Source: Midjourney

“I know about the cameras, Denise,” he said evenly. “I know what you did.”

The room went silent.

“That’s low. Real low. Do you realize that I could take you to court for this? Spying on me and my personal life? But I won’t. For the sake of our daughter, I’ll let this go, but let me be clear, this is your first and only warning. Do not interfere in my life again. Don’t even think about it. I have proof, and I won’t hesitate next time.”

Denise’s face went pale. She looked to me for support, but I shook my head.

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An angry man sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

“Yes, it was me. I told him about the cameras,” I said firmly. “I couldn’t hide something like that. It’s not just your reputation at stake but mine as well. And honestly, in this situation, I’m on his side.”

That was the final blow. Denise broke down into tears, apologizing to us all profusely.

Later that night, when Shelby was in bed and Denise and I were sitting on the porch outside, she admitted her true feelings. She admitted that she’d been struggling to cope with the divorce on a whole and that while she didn’t have any feelings for Elon, she was still jealous over Elon’s new relationship.

An upset woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

“I need you to consider therapy, love,” I said. “There’s a lot of unresolved feelings here. And they’re going to poison our marriage, your relationship with Elon, and eventually… your relationship with Shelby.”

“But… I don’t know, Levi,” she muttered.

“Denise… if you don’t try, I don’t know if we’ll survive.”

For once, Denise listened.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

It had been months since that dinner, the night everything unraveled.

Since then, Denise had started her therapy, and while the progress wasn’t instant, I could see a change in her. She wasn’t as quick to lash out, and she seemed more focused on being present for our family.

One afternoon, she approached me in the kitchen, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

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A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Elon asked me to meet him for coffee,” she said hesitantly.

I raised an eyebrow while chopping the vegetables for our noodles.

“I think I need to do this,” she said. “For closure.”

Denise sat across Elon, a steaming cup of tea between them. She had rehearsed this moment in her head for days, but now, the words caught in her throat.

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Food in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

Elon waited patiently, his expression unreadable.

“I owe you an apology,” she said quietly.

“For what, specifically?”

“For everything. For invading your privacy, for trying to control your life, for… not letting go.”

Elon leaned back in his chair, studying her.

A man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“Why now?”

“Therapy has made me realize a lot of things, things I wasn’t ready to face before. I was angry about the divorce, and about how easily you seemed to move on… But then, how could I feel that way when I was already married to Levi? Instead of dealing with those feelings, I buried them under my need to be… right.”

“You always did hate losing,” he said.

A small smile tugged at her lips.

A smiling woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“That hasn’t changed, but I’ve realized that being right isn’t the same as being happy. And I wasn’t fair to you. Or Lena. Or Levi. Or Shelby.”

“I won’t lie, Denise,” Elon said. “What you did… it crossed a line. But I do appreciate you owning up to it. Now, for the love of all that’s good, live your life, Denise. Have some fun with Levi. Make memories. New memories. Don’t worry about the past, we’re good. And we can co-parent our child in peace.”

Denise laughed softly.

“That’s the last time I’ll actually accept your instructions,” she said.

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A smiling little girl sitting on a swing | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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