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I Planned His Party—Then Served Him Divorce Papers

At Aidan’s birthday party, I expected warmth. What I got was public humiliation.

He stood in front of our guests and joked, “How much of my money did you spend on today?” Then, louder—like he wanted the echo to sting—“You don’t even have a job. Or a baby.”

Laughter died mid-air. Plates clinked. My hands trembled around the tray of appetizers I’d spent hours preparing. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole—until my father’s voice broke through the thick silence.

“She chose someone like you. Now she’s exactly where you wanted her—dependent.”

My mother stepped forward, her chin lifted. “She cleaned. She cooked. She hosted your party. If that’s not a job, then pay her.”

Aidan scoffed, deflecting. “She should still work and do all the house stuff.”

I placed the tray down calmly, no longer shaking. “I have been working. Remotely. For international clients. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. And yes—I bought you a gift.”

I handed him an envelope. “A trip to the Maldives.”

He blinked, confused.

“But I’ll enjoy it more—alone. While I’m gone, take your time going over the divorce papers.”

Gasps rippled behind me as I grabbed my coat and walked out. My heels echoed down the hallway. My spine didn’t bend once.

That night, I sat in a quiet corner of a 24-hour coffee shop, warming my fingers on a cappuccino. It was small, but it was mine. I was mine again.

Two days later, I boarded a flight to the Maldives—solo. I swam at sunrise. Walked barefoot along endless shores. Let the salt water cleanse years of slow-burning shame. No one needed anything from me. And I owed no one an explanation.

When I came home, I was tanned, clear-eyed, and unapologetic.

The divorce? Swift and uncontested.

His mother scolded him. My cousin said he stood outside that night after I left—turning in place like he was looking for the version of himself I’d finally outgrown.

I don’t regret leaving.

I only mourn the man I imagined he could be.

But I’ll never raise a man again.

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