‘She’s on My Maintenance, I’ll Kick Her Out If She’s Not Obedient,’ My Husband Said About Me during His Celebration

When Abby loses her job, she seeks comfort in her husband, Gregor, to keep them afloat until she finds another. But while Abby assumes that Gregor will be supportive, she finds out how he really feels when they celebrate his birthday surrounded by their closest people…

I’m not usually one to share my life online, but after what happened recently, I figured my story should be shared. Let me tell you all about the time my husband tried to humiliate me in front of his friends and how I turned the tables on him in the most satisfying way.

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A pensive woman in her forties | Source: Midjourney

I met Gregor when I was in my forties. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and the marriage dream had died a long time ago for me.

“Come on, Abby,” my mother said. “It’s never too late to find someone. Don’t you just want to be married and settle down?”

I shook my head.

In reality, I did want that, but after a toxic relationship in my thirties, I was done thinking about it all. I didn’t want that anymore.

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A couple arguing | Source: Midjourney

But then, I met Gregor and we hit it off right away. He was charming, thoughtful, and genuinely seemed to care about me.

“I’ve waited my entire life for you, Abby,” Gregor said when he showed up at my house with a bouquet of roses and an engagement ring tucked away in his palm.

Our first year of marriage felt like one long honeymoon. We traveled together, laughed together non-stop, and truly enjoyed each other’s company.

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A man holding a bouquet of roses | Source: Midjourney

It seemed that we just belonged together.

Gregor was successful in his career, working as an executive at a well-known firm, while I was also doing well in my own career. I worked for a marketing company and I really loved my job.

Life was good, and I felt like I had it all.

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A smiling couple in their forties | Source: Midjourney

“I told you, Abby,” my mother said one day when I went to visit her with ingredients to make dumplings.

“I know,” I chuckled. “I should have listened. But I’m happy now, and I think I finally got it right.”

“It’s all going to be fine,” my mother said. “As long as you’re happy.”

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A plate of dumplings | Source: Midjourney

But then life threw a curveball.

The company I worked for went bankrupt, and just like that, I was out of a job.

It was a blow, not just financially, but also to my confidence. I was good at my job, but there was just something about being unable to do it that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough.

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A close up of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“It’s going to be okay,” I told myself as I sat at my desk for the last time. We had all been called in to pack up our belongings and just say goodbye.

But deep down, I knew that although I prided myself on my independence and hated the idea of being reliant on anyone, Gregor was still there.

When I broke the news to Gregor, he seemed supportive at first. But it didn’t take long for his true feelings to surface.

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An upset woman sitting at a desk | Source: Midjourney

“What? Now, I’m going to be the breadwinner at home? The only breadwinner?” he asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“It’s just for now,” I said. “I’m going to start the job hunt as soon as possible. But until I get back onto my feet, it’s going to be you running the home. Okay?”

“Well, it’s not like I have a choice, right?” he said, rolling his eyes.

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A grumpy man | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not for long,” I promised. “Just give me a few weeks and I’ll have another job ready to go.”

I had to admit, I was taken aback by his reaction, but understood his concern. I quickly started job hunting, determined to find something else.

I sat down at my laptop and stared at the screen until the words blurred.

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A woman using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

“Come on, Abby,” I told myself. “You need to find something. You just need the world to give you a break, that’s all.”

While I was searching, I took a temporary job as a cleaner in a nearby restaurant. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was honest work, and it helped keep us afloat.

“At least your boss is happy to give us food,” Gregor said one evening as I unwrapped leftover steak and veggies from the restaurant.

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A woman holding a mop | Source: Midjourney

“Yes, the manager would rather have food sent home for our families to enjoy rather than just throw it out,” I said, cutting my steak.

“It’s good food,” Gregor said. “But at the same time, it’s not a good job for you. Our family and friends are used to seeing you with your nails and hair done, wearing high heels and fancy outfits. Not black slacks and an apron, Abby.”

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A plate of steak and veggies | Source: Midjourney

“I know that,” I said. “But it’s not like I’ve settled for the job. I’m still actively looking for another job. This is to keep us going until then.”

Gregor grunted and continued to eat.

For a moment, I had no idea who my husband was. But this man wasn’t the one that I had married.

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A man eating | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward a few months to Gregor’s 45th birthday.

My husband decided to throw himself a big bash at an expensive restaurant and invited all his friends, family, and colleagues.

“So, he can complain about looking after his wife, but he’s fine with spoiling everyone else for his birthday?” my mother tutted on the phone.

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An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Mom,” I said. “It’s just how he is. But I’m looking forward to this. It’s my first weekend off in a while and I just want to unwind and have fun.”

“I know, darling,” she said.

Admittedly, I was excited for the night, thinking it would be a chance for us to relax and just spend time together outside of our home.

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A smiling woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Happy birthday, my love,” I said to Gregor when we got to the restaurant.

I had called ahead and asked for them to set up black and silver balloons around the table Gregor had reserved.

The night started off well, with good food, laughter, and drinks flowing freely. As the evening went on, tipsy people began to make toasts.

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A table with food and drinks at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

First, was Gregor’s sister, Natalia.

“You’re lucky to have Abby in your life, brother,” she said, holding two glasses of champagne. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

I felt touched by her words and smiled, feeling appreciated.

Gregor’s friend, Tim, went next, talking about the joys of having Gregor in the office next door.

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A woman holding two glasses of champagne | Source: Midjourney

Finally, it was Gregor’s turn to speak.

He stood up, his glass of champagne in hand, and began laughing before he even said a word.

“Oh, I know I’m lucky, Nat,” he said. “But let’s be real, Abby is lucky too! She’s basically my dependent now. I’d have kicked her out a long time ago if she wasn’t so obedient. It’s just a pity I invested all that money in her over the years.”

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A man standing and giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

Gregor hiccupped and reached for a piece of shrimp from his plate.

The table fell silent, and my insides twisted more than they ever had. Embarrassed wasn’t enough to describe how I felt.

He was laughing, expecting everyone else to join in. Some people chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but most people looked around uncomfortably.

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A plate of fried shrimp | Source: Midjourney

Gregor took another piece of shrimp before he dissolved into laughter for a while.

“Come on guys, that was a killer joke!” he bellowed in between laughing.

But then, as I sat there, something clicked inside me.

I decided I wasn’t going to let him get away with this behavior. This was toxic behavior.

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A man laughing | Source: Midjourney

I wasn’t going to allow that back into my life.

Calmly, I stood up and took a deep breath.

“Well, Gregor,” I said. “It seems like you’re forgetting a few things. But let me remind you and everyone else about some investments I’ve made.”

All eyes were on me as I spoke, and Gregor’s smug smile slowly faded away.

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An expressionless woman | Source: Midjourney

“You see,” I started. “While you’ve been investing in me, you’ve also been busy investing. The money you used to fund this luxurious celebration didn’t come from your account.”

Gasps erupted around the room.

“I saw the notification,” I said. “You took it from my savings fund. You don’t believe me? I can pull up the statement on my phone right now…”

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A woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

“No…” Gregor said.

“I was willing to overlook this because we were a team, but it seems that we’re not. I know that you only took out the money to reserve this place, and that the rest of the bill needs to be paid when we leave here. Correct?”

Gregor nodded slowly.

“Correct,” he muttered.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“And I have the money with me, right in my purse,” I said. “I wanted you to have a good birthday, and I didn’t want you to pay for your own birthday dinner.”

I looked around the table, seeing the realization dawn on everyone’s faces.

“But do you know what? I think I’ll just keep it, along with my dignity.”

With that, I calmly walked off the stage and out of the restaurant.

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A woman walking away on the pavement | Source: Midjourney

I don’t know how Gregor paid for the dinner, but I didn’t care. Instead, I went home and packed as much of my clothes as my car would allow, and I drove to my mother’s place.

I wasn’t going to stay in a toxic relationship again.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

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My Downstairs Neighbor Asked Me to Be Quieter at Night, but I Have Not Been Home for the past Week

When Piper returns from a trip with her friends, she cannot wait to get home to her husband. But as she unpacks her car, a neighbor approaches her, complaining about the noise from her apartment. If Piper wasn’t home, who was Matthew entertaining in her absence?

I had just returned from a blissful week-long camping trip with my friends. It was all about us taking time away from our lives and enjoying being away from the city.

My husband, Matthew, had stayed behind, claiming that he needed to stay at home.

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A woman sitting outside and looking at the view | Source: Midjourney

“I have to be home, Piper,” he said when I was packing my bags. “It’s just work responsibilities. There are meetings and presentations coming up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “Why don’t you come along, and then we can find you a place to work in between it all?”

Matthew smiled at me and sat down on the bed.

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A woman sitting on a suitcase | Source: Midjourney

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “You go and join the others and have fun. You need some time away from this place.”

He continued to persuade me to go on the trip, and eventually, I gave in.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

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My Daughter Ran Away from Our Shed Saying Someone Was Inside – I Checked and Called My Husband Immediately

When my daughter Cinthy ran into the house, screaming about something in our shed, I went to investigate and called my husband immediately for help. What I discovered hiding inside changed our lives forever, leading us down a path filled with shocking revelations and unexpected new bonds.

I left work in a hurry, eager to pick up Cinthy from Linda’s place. Linda had been our nanny ever since Cinthy was a baby. She couldn’t have children of her own, so she poured all her love into caring for Cinthy.

When I arrived, Linda was playing chess with Cinthy, delighting in her skillful gameplay.

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A woman and young girl paying chess | Source: Pexels

“Hi, Clara,” Linda greeted me with a warm smile. “Cinthy’s been a delight, as always.”

“Thanks, Linda. Ready to go home, sweetheart?” I asked Cinthy.

“Yeah, Mommy!” Cinthy chirped, grabbing her sling bag.

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Little girl with her bag | Source: Pexels

As we walked home, Cinthy chattered about her day at school. Once we arrived, I set her to play outside while I started making dinner.

I was chopping vegetables when I heard a piercing scream. Cinthy burst through the kitchen door, eyes wide with terror.

“Mommy! There’s something in the shed!”

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A woman preparing a meal | Source: Pexels

I dropped the knife and crouched down to her level. “What did you see, honey?”

“I… I don’t know. Something moved in there.”

I glanced outside, then back at Cinthy. “Stay here,” I instructed firmly. I grabbed my phone and headed to the shed, my heart pounding.

The shed was old and creaky. I opened the door slowly, peering into the dim light. The air smelled musty, like old wood and dirt.

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A hand opening a shed door | Source: Pexels

As I stepped inside, I noticed the cellar hatch closing. My first reaction was that it must be a burglar intent on stealing the garden tools and whatever else we had stored in there.

“Hello?” I called out. “Who’s there?”

No answer. I strained to hear any sounds but there was only silence. My mind whirled with possibilities. I quickly locked the shed door from the outside and ran back to the house.

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A woman inside a garden shed | Source: Freepik

I dialed my husband, James, who was away on a business trip. He picked up immediately.

“Clara? What’s wrong?”

“I think there’s someone robbing our shed, James! They ducked down into the cellar when I went in to investigate. I locked the door to the shed, what should I do now?”

“Clara, call the cops right away. Don’t go near there. Be careful. I’ll catch the next flight home, but call me back as soon as the police get there.”

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A woman looks at her cell phone | Source: Pexels

I hung up and dialed 911. “Hello, I think someone has broken into my garden shed at 122 Vine. I need a patrol car to come immediately!”

The operator assured me help was on the way. I turned to Cinthy, who was clinging to my leg. “It’s okay, sweetie. The police are coming.”

Minutes later, two officers arrived. I led them to the shed and unlocked the door. They entered cautiously, flashlights sweeping the darkness. One of them lifted the cellar hatch and shone her light down.

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A male and female police officer | Source: Pexels

Minutes later, two officers arrived. I led them to the shed and unlocked the door. They entered cautiously, flashlights sweeping the darkness.

“Ma’am, please stay back. We need to check this out,” one officer said, his hand hovering over his holster. “If it’s a burglar, they might be armed and dangerous.”

They moved towards the cellar hatch, one of them lifting it slowly. “Ready?” he asked his partner.

“Ready,” she replied, her flashlight steady.

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A bed in a basement room | Source: Pexels

The beam of light cut through the darkness, and the officer froze. “Wait, they’re just kids,” she said, her voice full of surprise. “It’s okay, kids. We’re here to help you.”

Two boys, no older than twelve, emerged. They were dirty and thin, their eyes wide with fear. I noticed makeshift beds and empty cans of beans in the cellar. They had been living there, surviving on what little they could find.

“Please don’t send us back,” one of them pleaded. “We can’t go back to that place.”

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A police officer addresses a young boy | Source: Pexels

The officer knelt down. “What are your names?”

“Joe,” the boy replied. “And this is my twin brother, Stan.”

Looking at the two boys, my heart ached. “Why were you hiding in our shed?”

Joe looked at Stan before speaking. “We ran away from the home. The people there are mean to us.”

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A police officer taking notes | Source: Pexels

I looked at the officers. “What will happen to them now?”

“We’ll take them to the station,” one said. “We need to contact this home and get them checked out.”

“Can I come with them?” I asked.

The officer hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, but we need to get them to the hospital first.”

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A medical professional | Source: Pexels

I turned to the boys. “I’ll stay with you, okay?”

Joe nodded, tears brimming in his eyes. “Thank you.”

As we walked to the police car, Cinthy tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, can they stay with us?”

I looked at the officers. “Is that possible?”

“We’ll see,” one replied. “For now, let’s get them the help they need.”

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An old house | Source: Pexels

At the hospital, the boys were checked by doctors. They were malnourished but otherwise fine. I stayed with them, sitting in the waiting room and holding their hands.

The police found the so-called “home” the boys described, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that sending them back there was a bad idea.

The next day, I took Cinthy to school and then drove to the home. The building was cold and unwelcoming. The director, Adam, greeted me with a forced smile.

“Mrs. Thompson, I understand you found two of our wards,” he said.

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A sinister-looking man | Source: Pexels

“Yes, Joe and Stan. They said they ran away because of mistreatment.”

His smile faltered. “They’re troubled boys. They don’t adjust well.”

“Is that so?” I replied. “I’d like to see where they’ve been living.”

He hesitated, then led me through dimly lit hallways. The rooms were crowded with un-made beds and the place had a generally depressed air about it. I felt a surge of anger.

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Depressing looking room | Source: Freepik

Back at home, I discussed everything with Linda and her husband, Peter. “Those boys can’t stay there,” I said. “We have to do something.”

Linda nodded, her eyes teary. “Peter and I have been talking. We want to foster them. But we don’t have much.”

“Whatever you need, we’ll help,” I promised.

The next few weeks were a blur of paperwork and meetings. We faced resistance from Adam, who insisted the boys were better off at the “home.”

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A pair of blond boys | Source: Pexels

But we were determined. Cinthy and I visited Joe and Stan regularly, bringing them homemade meals and spending time with them.

One evening, while we were there, I overheard Adam arguing with a social worker. “We’re under investigation, but those kids are lying!”

I pulled the social worker aside. “What’s happening?”

She sighed. “We’ve had reports of neglect. We’re trying to find new homes for all the children here.”

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Two women talking | Source: Freepik

Then, Joe was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. This was the last straw. I contacted a lawyer and threatened Adam with legal action and media exposure.

As the investigation continued, more about the sinister operations of the home came to light. Adam and his wife, Julia, ran the place as an income generation scheme. They fostered as many children as they could, claiming government grants, but kept most of the money for themselves.

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A young boy has his temperature measured | Source: Pexels

I confronted Adam and Julia one last time. “How could you do this to these kids?”

Julia sneered. “They’re just orphans. No one cares.”

“Well, I care. And I’ll make sure everyone knows what you’ve done.”

With the help of the lawyer and the social worker, we ensured Joe and Stan were removed from that awful place. The news of the home’s neglect spread, and other children were rescued and placed in better care.

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Disheveled children | Source: Pexels

Linda and Peter finally welcomed Joe and Stan into their home. They were safe, loved, and starting to heal. I continued to support them, knowing this was just the beginning of a new chapter for all of us.

One evening, I visited Linda and Peter’s house. The boys were settling in nicely, their faces brighter and more hopeful. Cinthy, Joe, and Stan were playing together in the living room.

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Children playing chess together | Source: Pexels

At dinner, we all sat around the table, sharing stories and laughter. As we ate, I noticed Joe pushing his food around on his plate, a small grin forming on his face.

“Everything okay, Joe?” I asked.

He looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I was just wondering… do you have any more of those canned beans? You know, the ones from the shed?”

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A family enjoying a meal together | Source: Pexels

We all laughed, the tension easing from the room. It was the first time I’d seen him joke about their ordeal.

“I think we can find something a little better than canned beans,” Peter said, chuckling.

Joe nodded, his grin widening. “Just checking.”

After dinner, we gathered in the living room. I looked at Joe and Stan, their faces glowing with the warmth of family.

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A boy at a family dinner table | Source: Pexels

“You have a family now,” I told them. “A real family who loves you and will take care of you.”

Joe’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Clara. For everything.”

“No need to thank me. Just be happy and safe,” I replied, my heart swelling with emotion.

As I watched them interact, I felt a sense of peace. These boys had been through so much, but they were resilient. With the love and support of Linda, Peter, and all of us, they had a chance to build a better future.

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