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My Wife Left Me Catatonic. But I Came Back Stronger | TRUE STORY
Sep 4, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Wife Left Me Catatonic. But I Came Back Stronger | TRUE STORY After 25 years of love, loyalty, and life together, Arthur’s world crumbled in a single afternoon. His wife, Annie, asked for a divorce — claiming she had found her "soulmate." What followed wasn’t just heartbreak — it was emotional devastation. Arthur fell into a catatonic state, abandoned by the woman he once called his everything. But this story doesn’t end there… With the strength of his daughter, a loyal sister-in-law, and an unexpected ally from his past, Arthur fights his way back from the shadows. This is a story of betrayal, resilience, and ultimately — justice. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: Themes of emotional abuse, infidelity, and mental trauma. 📌 Watch till the end to see how karma always finds its way. 🔔 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more true stories that reveal the dark side of human relationships.
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It had been 25 years. 25 years of shared
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jokes, family vacations, and the quiet
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comfort that comes from growing old with
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someone. I had believed our love was a
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deep rooted oak, a sturdy thing that
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could weather any storm. But on a
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Tuesday afternoon, my wife Annie
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shattered that belief with a single
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careless blow. She sat at the kitchen
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table, a glass of wine in her hand, a
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look of grim resolve on her face. I had
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just come home from work, my mind still
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replaying the day's numbers and
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deadlines, but her demeanor told me this
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was no ordinary evening.
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"Arthur," she began, her voice a
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practiced monotone. "I need you to sign
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these papers. I found my soulmate."
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The words were like a physical blow. The
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world, once so vibrant and full of
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color, began to drain into shades of
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gray. She continued to speak, but her
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voice became a distant hum, a mosquito
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buzzing in my ear. She talked about her
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new love, Paul, a man who she claimed
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made her happier than I ever could. She
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spoke of the years of our unsatisfactory
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life together, of the love she no longer
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felt.
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All the while, my body remained frozen,
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a statue in my own home. I looked at the
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papers she was pushing toward me. The
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bold words petition for divorce and
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obscene banner on the page. My mind so
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sharp and analytical in my work as an
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accountant was a useless blank canvas. I
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wanted to scream, to ask her why, to beg
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her to reconsider, but I couldn't. I was
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trapped inside a body that refused to
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obey. The last thing I remember was the
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sharp sting of her slap. A final act of
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cruelty from a woman I no longer
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recognized. Even then, I felt no pain,
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just a cold, encroaching darkness. The
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silence of the house hit me first. The
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lights were on. My dad's car was in the
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driveway, but my mom's was gone. I had
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just gotten home from university,
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exhausted from a long, stressful drive.
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I dropped my books and bag on the
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kitchen floor. the clatter echoing in
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the stillness.
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My dad, Arthur, sat at the table, a
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single glass of wine in front of him,
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motionless. "Hey, Dad," I said, touching
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his shoulder. No response. I walked
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around to face him, and a wave of panic
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washed over me. His eyes were glazed,
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milky white, a trail of drool hanging
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from his mouth. He wasn't blinking. Dad,
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Dad, come back to me, I pleaded, tears
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stinging my eyes. He didn't move. I knew
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this man. I knew the man who had sat
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through every school concert, every
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ballet recital. The man who had bought
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me a Hoffner violin for my 16th
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birthday. A gesture of quiet, unwavering
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support. This wasn't the man I knew. He
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was a shell, an empty vessel. My hands
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shook as I dialed 911, my voice cracking
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as I explained the situation. While I
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waited for the ambulance, my eyes fell
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on the papers on the table. Petition for
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divorce. A cold, creeping horror spread
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through me. I read, my skin crawling at
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the details. My mother, Annie, wanted to
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leave my father. My father, I now
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realized, was a victim of an emotional
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and mental assault. The compassion I had
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for my mother, a woman who had been my
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role model, evaporated in that moment.
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The ambulance arrived and I directed the
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paramedics, a detached, professional
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part of me taking over. I followed them
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to the hospital, making a series of
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calls on the way. I called my
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grandmother, my aunt Rhonda, a family
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attorney, and my dad's best friend. I
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even called his manager at work,
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informing her of his condition and that
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he would be out for an extended period.
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Then I made the call I had been
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dreading. "Hi, Sally, my darling. How
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was your day?" My mother's voice
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chirped, a sickeningly casual tone that
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infuriated me. "Where are you, Mom?" I
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asked, my voice dangerously calm. "I'm
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out and about, sweetie." "Out and about?
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You just shattered dad and left him to
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die alone. The ambulance is taking him
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to the hospital, and he looks like he's
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had a stroke." There was a moment of
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silence on the other end, but it wasn't
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a silence of concern. "Oh, Sally, my
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sweetie," she said, her voice dripping
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with false sympathy.
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"I'm sorry to hear that, but he'll be
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fine. I'm only asking for what is
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rightfully mine. The casual cruelty of
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her words was a gut punch." "Rightfully
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yours? What about a heart, a soul?"
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The conversation devolved into a
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shouting match with me accusing her of
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being a heartless liar and a cheat.
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She had been having an affair with a man
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from her work, a man a dozen years
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younger, and she had the audacity to
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expect me to live with them. I hung up
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on her, the finality of the action, a
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small comfort in the chaos. The next two
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weeks were a blur of hospital lights,
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doctor's visits, and the constant
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presence of Rhonda, my aunt.
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She had taken the divorce papers, a grim
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determination on her face.
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The good news, she told me with a
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sardonic grin, is that she's hired a
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terrible lawyer.
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My dear brother, on the other hand, has
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the best lawyer in town, and he's
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getting the family discount. My dad's
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physical health was fine, but he
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remained in his catatonic state. I
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continued my university studies from a
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chair by his bed, my laptop and
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textbooks, a testament to my
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determination to hold on to some
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semblance of normaly.
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One day a woman came to visit him, a
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striking figure with dark hair and
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mesmerizing blue eyes. Her name was Tina
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Williams, the owner of the company where
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my dad worked. She told me how my dad
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had helped her years ago during a messy
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divorce. He had introduced her to
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Rhonda, who had saved her business from
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a predatory ex-husband.
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Tina visited several times, bringing
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cards from his co-workers, holding his
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hand, and sharing stories about the
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office. My dad, it turned out, was a
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beloved figure, a source of humor and
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light in a tedious job. Then, on a
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Friday afternoon, something shifted. I
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had just returned from a shower at home
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to find Rhonda and Tina talking, a
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shared fury in their voices.
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My mother had sent a demand letter to
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Tina, attempting to extort a portion of
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my dad's past bonuses.
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The audacity of her actions, even in his
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condition, was breathtaking.
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"If it weren't for your father," Tina
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said, her voice filled with a simmering
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rage. I wouldn't have my daughter or my
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business. I'd have pursued him with
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everything I had after my divorce if he
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were single.
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As she leaned down to give him a tender,
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sincere kiss goodbye, my dad groaned. My
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dad. He was back. I watched as he slowly
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came back to us, his eyes regaining
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their focus, his memories returning in a
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torrent. He told us about the last thing
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he remembered, Annie's slap and her
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final cruel words. The psychologist
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explained that my dad had experienced a
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form of catatonic shock, a similar
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episode to one he had experienced as a
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child when he had been bullied. The
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psychologist smiled.
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With the love and attention of these
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three lovely ladies, he said, "I believe
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you'll be well taken care of." Over the
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next two weeks, I was a man reborn. I
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was discharged from the hospital, and
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with the help of Sally and Tina, I
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returned home. Tina, the woman whose
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kiss had woken me from my living
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nightmare, was a constant presence.
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She brought me a work laptop, giving me
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simple tasks to ease me back into my
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routine. She stayed for dinner, helped
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clean up, and we'd talk for hours. On a
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Friday afternoon, Rhonda delivered the
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news that we had been waiting for.
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Annie was arrested this afternoon, she
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announced. I was shocked. She explained
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that based on my statement, the police
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had issued a warrant for mental cruelty
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to a person with a disability.
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It was a small victory, but a victory
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nonetheless.
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The divorce proceedings, once a slow,
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moving bureaucratic nightmare, began to
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accelerate.
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Tina and I started going on dates. We'd
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have dinner, go dancing, and talk for
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hours. We never went beyond holding
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hands and a few lingering kisses. a
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silent agreement to wait until my
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divorce was finalized. But on the night
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the divorce decree came through, Tina
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gave me a deep, passionate kiss.
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"Consider that my acknowledgement of
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your claim," I said, a grin on my face.
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3 and 1/2 months later, we received a
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notification that the divorce would be
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finalized. But before the final decree,
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Annie requested a meeting, a last chance
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to talk. I agreed.
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I spent the afternoon cooking a meal
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that had been a family favorite, a final
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poignant nod to the life we once had.
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When she arrived, the woman who had been
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my wife, was almost unrecognizable.
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She had gained a significant amount of
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weight, her face puffy, her body soft
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and shapeless. The Annie I had known, a
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vibrant, attractive woman, was gone.
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"It's what Paul wants," she said,
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addressing my unspoken shock. "He didn't
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like how thin I was.
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My daughter Sally was a firestorm of
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righteous fury. "You did a freaking
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horrible thing," she spat. "You tore
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apart a happy family and walked out
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without a care in the world." The
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conversation was a minefield, a mix of
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strained small talk, Sally's righteous
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anger, and Annie's quiet defensiveness.
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After dinner, she asked to speak to
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Sally alone, a last desperate attempt to
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win her back. But Sally, a new kind of
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woman, a new kind of strength, refused.
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If you can't say it to both of us, she
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said, "Then I don't want to hear it."
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After Sally stormed off, I looked at
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Annie, and for the first time since this
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nightmare began, I felt a kind of
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clarity.
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Annie, I began, my voice low and steady.
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You need to realize that nobody in this
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house holds much affection for you. I
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laid out the facts, the brutal,
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unvarnished truth of her betrayal. I
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spoke of the long-term affair, the
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divorce papers, the cruelty of leaving
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me in a catatonic state, and the lack of
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concern she had shown for me or our
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daughter. With all that considered, I
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said, a bitter laugh escaping me. I
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think things went quite well. Her gaze
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fell to the floor, tears welling in her
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eyes. I didn't know if they were for me,
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for Sally, or for the lie she had lived.
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But it didn't matter. The woman I had
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loved was gone.
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