When our kids fell ill and couldn’t go on our planned family vacation, my husband just ditched us and went alone. What he didn’t know was that his little “me time” getaway would cost him way more than he bargained for.
I trudged through the front door at 8:30 p.m., my feet throbbing after a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital. The cacophony hit me like a wall: cartoons blaring from the TV, Zach and Penny shrieking as they chased each other around the living room.
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And there was Garrett, sprawled on the couch like a beached whale, beer in hand.
“Hey, babe,” he called out, not bothering to look up from his phone. “Rough day?”
I bit back a sarcastic reply. “You could say that. The ER was a madhouse.” I glanced at the disaster zone of toys and snack wrappers surrounding him. “Did you feed the kids dinner?”
Garrett shrugged. “They had some chips earlier. I figured you’d want to cook when you got home.”
I closed my eyes, counting to ten. This had become our new normal over the past few years. I’d come home from saving lives to find a house in chaos and a husband who couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger.
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“Mommy!” Penny latched onto my leg, her blonde pigtails askew. “I’m starving!”
I forced a smile. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s get you both some real food.”
As I reheated leftovers, my mind drifted to our upcoming beach vacation. Maybe a change of scenery would help us reconnect, remind Garrett why we fell in love in the first place.
“So, you packed for the trip yet?” I asked, setting plates in front of the kids.
Garrett grunted. “Nah, I’ll throw some stuff in a bag tomorrow. No big deal.”
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I sighed. “We leave in two days, Garrett. A little planning wouldn’t kill you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Relax, it’ll be fine. You worry too much.”
The night before our flight, I woke to the sound of retching. Zach was hunched over the toilet, his face pale and clammy. Within an hour, Penny was sick too.
I gently broke the news to Garrett over breakfast. “We’ll have to postpone the trip. The kids have a nasty stomach bug.”
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He froze, fork halfway to his mouth. “What? No way. I’ve been looking forward to this for months!”
“I know, but they’re too sick to travel. We can reschedule”
Garrett’s jaw clenched. “I’m still going.”
I stared at him, sure I’d misheard. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I need this break, Nora. Work’s been insane lately.”
“And my job isn’t?” I snapped. “I’m a nurse, Garrett. I deal with real emergencies every day.”
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He scoffed. “It’s not a competition. Look, you stay with the kids. I’ll go enjoy the beach for both of us.”
I watched in disbelief as he packed his suitcase, ignoring Zach and Penny’s disappointed faces. As the front door slammed behind him, something inside me snapped.
The next week was hell. I juggled caring for two miserable children, all while stewing in rage every time Garrett sent a smug beach selfie.
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On Friday, my phone buzzed with another photo: Garrett grinning over a fancy cocktail, caption reading “Living the dream!”
That was it. I had had enough, and I had a plan.
I marched into the garage, surveying Garrett’s precious “man cave.” His fishing gear, the boat he’d barely used, piles of expensive junk he’d accumulated over the years. A plan formed in my mind.
I spent the next few hours photographing everything, creating listings on the local buy-and-sell site. Within days, Garrett’s prized possessions were gone, replaced by a fat wad of cash in my purse.
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“Guess what, kids?” I announced over breakfast. “We’re going on our own special vacation!”
Their eyes lit up. Zach pumped his fist. “Awesome! Where are we going?”
I grinned. “It’s a surprise. But I promise it’ll be even better than Dad’s boring old beach.”
We arrived at the resort a few days later, the kids bouncing with excitement. As I watched them splash in the pool, I felt lighter than I had in years.
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“Mom, watch this!” Zach called, attempting a cannonball. I cheered, then turned to help Penny blow up her water wings.
“You’re a natural with them,” a voice behind me said. I turned to see a woman about my age smiling. “Single mom?”
I hesitated. “It’s… complicated.”
She nodded knowingly. “I’ve been there. I’m Tessa, by the way.”
We chatted as the kids played, swapping stories about work and parenthood. It felt good to connect with someone who understood.
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“So, what’s your story?” Tessa asked, sipping her lemonade.
I sighed. “My husband decided to go on our family vacation without us when the kids got sick. Left me to deal with everything while he partied on the beach.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Seriously? What a jerk!”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was the last straw. I’ve been putting up with his selfishness for years, but this — I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“So what did you do?” she asked.
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A mischievous smile crept across my face. “I sold all his precious toys and used the money to bring the kids here.”
Tessa burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s brilliant! How’d he take it?”
“He doesn’t know yet,” I admitted. “But I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.”
As if on cue, my phone started buzzing. Garrett’s name flashed on the screen.
“Speaking of the devil,” I muttered. “I should probably take this.”
Tessa gave me an encouraging nod. “Go get ’em, tiger.”
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I stepped away from the pool, taking a deep breath before answering. “Hello?”
“Where the hell is all my stuff?” Garrett shouted, not bothering with a greeting.
I leaned against a palm tree, surprisingly calm. “Oh, you noticed? I thought you’d be too busy ‘living the dream’ to care.”
“Don’t play games, Nora. What did you do?”
“I sold it,” I said simply. “All of it. Your precious fishing rods, that boat you never use, everything.”
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There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, “You what? How could you!”
“How could I?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “How could you abandon your sick children for a beach vacation? How could you ignore everything I do for this family?”
“That’s different! I work hard to provide for you.”
“And I don’t?” I shot back. “I’m done, Garrett. Done with your selfishness, done with being taken for granted.”
He sputtered, “What are you saying?”
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I took a deep breath. “I’m saying I want a divorce.”
The line went quiet. When Garrett spoke again, his voice was low and dangerous. “You’ll regret this, Nora. I’ll make sure of it.”
I hung up, my hands shaking. Part of me wanted to cry, to mourn the life we’d built together. But a larger part felt… free.
I walked back to the pool, where Tessa was indulging in a cocktail.
“Everything okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
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I nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah, I think it will be. I just told my husband I want a divorce.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s huge. How do you feel?”
“Scared,” I admitted. “But also relieved? Like I can finally breathe again.”
She squeezed my hand. “That’s totally normal. Trust me, it gets better.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the kids, building elaborate sandcastles and splashing in the waves. For the first time in years, I felt genuinely happy.
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That night, as I tucked the kids into bed, Zach looked up at me with serious eyes. “Mom, are you and Dad getting divorced?”
My breath caught in my throat. “Why do you ask that, sweetie?”
He shrugged. “I heard you on the phone. And you seem happier here without him.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, choosing my words carefully. “Your dad and I have been having problems for a while now. We’re going to try to work things out, but… yes, we might get divorced.”
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Zach nodded solemnly. “Okay. As long as you’re happy, Mom. That’s what matters.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I hugged him tight. “When did you get so wise, huh?”
After the kids were asleep, I stood on the balcony, watching the moonlight dance on the waves. My phone buzzed with a text from Garrett:
“This isn’t over. I’ll see you in court.”
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I took a deep breath, letting the ocean air fill my lungs. The road ahead would be tough, but I felt ready to face whatever came my way.
As I crawled into bed, I thought about the uncertain future ahead of us. It was terrifying, yes, but also exhilarating. For the first time in years, I felt like I was taking control of my life.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, I let the sound of the ocean lull me to sleep, dreaming of the fresh start waiting on the horizon.
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SHOCKING! MALIA AND SASHA OBAMA PARTY WITH DRAKE – YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THEY WERE WEARING!
A few years after Barack Obama praised Drake, calling him talented enough to do anything, the rapper was seen partying with Obama’s daughters.
Malia and Sasha Obama were spotted at a Hollywood party with Drake, wearing outfits that showed off their fun and stylish sides. One of them showed her midriff, while the other wore a revealing top.
If you want to know more about the former first daughters, who are now all grown up, keep reading!
Life in the White House wasn’t easy for Malia and Sasha Obama, who just want to enjoy life like everyone else.
On Father’s Day, Michelle Obama shared a sweet message, thanking Barack Obama for being a loving and caring dad to their two girls, Malia and Sasha.
Malia, born on July 4, 1998, and Sasha, born on June 10, 2001, are the daughters of former President Barack Obama and Michelle Obama. From 2009 to 2017, they lived in the White House, one of the most famous homes in the world.
Their mother, Michelle Obama, once said that the girls had to learn how to handle all the attention while staying polite and figuring out how to live their own lives under the public eye. She shared this during an interview on the *Moments that Make Us* podcast with Melinda French Gates.
Michelle Obama shared that her daughters had to be smart, confident, and independent from a young age, even while living in the White House with staff like butlers, maids, and florists. She always reminded them, “You won’t live here with me forever, so I need to help you take charge of your own life.”
In 2014, when Malia was getting ready for prom, it was hard for Barack Obama to see his oldest daughter growing up so fast.
“I think it’s fair to say that the first time you see your daughter in heels is a little bit jarring,” he said on Live with Kelly & Michael. “She’s lovely. She’s beautiful.”
After graduating high school in 2016, the young woman took a gap year before attending Harvard University, where she graduated in 2021.
Malia Obama showed an interest in entertainment and spent her gap year working in the industry. She worked as a production assistant on Halle Berry’s CBS sci-fi show *Extant* and as a writer on the Amazon series *Swarm*.
In 2024, using the name Malia Ann, she made her debut at the Sundance Film Festival with a short film she wrote and directed called *Heart*.
Back in 2008, Barack Obama told *People* that Sasha was full of energy and the comedian of the family.
After Sasha graduated from high school in 2019, she started her first year at the University of Michigan, where she had to learn online because of the COVID pandemic.
At 23, Sasha Obama graduated from the University of Southern California in May 2023 with a degree in sociology.
Now, she and her sister Malia live together in a home in Los Angeles.
Michelle Obama shared how happy it makes her to see her daughters finding comfort in each other’s company, saying, “It’s the one thing you hope for as a parent.”
Malia and Sasha also enjoy having fun together. Recently, they were spotted partying with Canadian rapper Drake at The Bird Streets Club in Los Angeles, dressed in stylish outfits that fit the occasion.
Sasha Obama showed off her belly in a black cropped corset, paired with baggy cargo pants and open-toe shoes. She wore her braids in a high ponytail and added some sparkle with earrings, a necklace, and rings.
Malia matched her sister’s cool style, wearing a sheer lace-up top with high-waisted printed pants that showed off her curves. She completed her look with long brown hair over her shoulders and chunky boots.
The sisters partied at Drake’s event, which must have been wild! Reports say they stayed out until 4 a.m. and left with their friends.
Drake, who has a mutual admiration with the Obama family, was in L.A. for his “It’s All A Blur Big As The What?” tour at the Crypto.com Arena. The Toronto-born rapper once said he’d love to play Barack Obama if a biopic is ever made.
In 2010, Drake said, “I hope someone makes a movie about Obama’s life soon because I could play him.”
In 2020, Barack Obama responded to the idea and praised Drake. “Drake seems to be able to do anything he wants,” the former president said when asked about Drake playing him in a movie. “He’s a talented guy, so if the time comes and he’s ready…”
He adds, “Drake has, more importantly I think, my household’s stamp of approval. I suspect (my daughters) Malia and Sasha would be just fine with it.”
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