WIFE LEFT HER HUSBAND WITH THEIR CHILDREN TO TEACH A LESSON, THINGS GOT COMPLICATED LATER

Harry worked so hard for his phone app for the last six months, so he was excited for his presentation. He went to the dining room, looking at his phone and he didn’t even saw his wife, Sara, and their sons, Cody and Sonny.

“Morning, honey,” Sara said.

“Good morning, Daddy,” his boys said, but Harry didn’t heard them, and went back to his room after he grabbed a toast.

“Sara, where’s my white shirt?” He yelled from the room then.

“It’s in the wash with the other whites,” Sara said.

“That’s my lucky shirt! I needed it for today!”

“I didn’t have enough whites for a full load until now. You have other white shirts!!”

“This is a big day for me, and you’re making excuses?”

“You’re overreacting, Harry. Your presentation is what matters. It’s just a shirt. So stop barking, alright?”

“Oh really? I’m barking? You wanna do this now?”

“Do what, Harry? You’re making a scene for a stupid little thing. And nobody would be interested in what color shirt you’re wearing when all eyes would be fixed on your goddamn presentation.”

“A goddamn presentation? Come again…Did you just say that? Do you have any idea how I’ve been busting my butt off day and night for that project?”

“Watch your words. The kids….”

“You sit at home all day doing nothing,” Harry blurted out. “Is it too hard to remember one simple thing? All you do is Blah Blah Blah and NOTHING at home.”

“Harry, stop this. The kids are watching. You’re scaring them.”

“Oh really? And nobody watches you when you’re on the goddamn phone gossiping all the time with your friends. Nobody watches that, huh, Sara? You can never be a good wife if you can’t do even a simple thing for me!”

As Harry dressed with a random suit, he left.

As he had a successful day at work, and he made a great presentation, he was expecting an apology from his wife. She would always apologize after their fights, but she didn’t called him yet.

He found a note on the table when he got back home. “I want a divorce.”

Then he called his sister-in-law, Zara, and she informed him that Sara was in hospital. “You told her she was not ‘wife’ enough for you?”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later, alright?”

He talked with the doctor at the hospital, “Doctor, is my wife alright? Can I see her?”

“It was a mild attack. She’s out of danger. But she needs to take care of her health now. Go ahead and only ten minutes coz she needs to rest.”

As Harry walked towards Sara, he tried to talk.

“Honey, I’m sorry. Please, let me explain. I—”

“I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m done. Divorce is the only thing I want.”

“Wha-What? Why…You’re taking it too far, alright?”

“I had ambitions, plans… I chose you over every opportunity, and it ruined my life,” she said. “It’s too late for your sorry, Harry.”

“Honey, please. We can work this together,” Harry responded.

“No, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be fake to myself. To you. And to the kids. I’m 32, but I feel like a crone. I just hate you, Harry. You’re so disgusting.”

“What about the kids, Sara?”

“I’m in a tough spot to provide for them…So they’re staying with you.”

Then Harry went to Zara’s house to pick the kids.

He ordered pizza for dinner, and as he took his sons to their bed, he called his friend, Alex. His friend said that Sara needed some time, and she would eventually come back.

When the morning arrived, he went to wake his sons, but then he noticed that he was late. He needed to prepare food for the children, and go to his job in time.

“Oh, no, the toast,” he said, as he saw that they were burnt.

“Daddy…Daddy, what’s happening?” His boys said.

“It’s just the smoke alarm. Don’t worry,” Harry said.

“I’ll quickly get ready, and let’s grab something nice to eat on the way to school, yeah?”

After he dropped his kids at their school, he was late for work. “Sorry! Traffic, you know….”

When he came back to the house, he noticed the emptiness his wife brought to the house. “Did she leave me for real?” He said as he saw that Sara’s belongings were gone.

“Daddy, what happened to Mommy’s pictures and her things?”

He called Zara.

“Is this some kind of a joke, Zara? Your sister came here. Took all her things. And left me? With the kids?”

“She’d told you, hadn’t she, Harry? You took my sister for granted.”

******

It’s been five months without Sara, and Harry was struggling incredibly to balance his life with house works and his job.

One day, his boss invited him for a drink at the pub. He wanted to talk with him about his recent performance.

“Harry, we’ve noticed you’ve been missing deadlines and coming in late. And we’re a business…If you know what I mean,” Mr. Adams said.

“So, you plan to let your best game developer go?”

“I’m afraid, yes,” Mr. Adams continued. “It’s out of my hands. I’ll give you good recommendations.”

“What? Please, don’t do this! I need this job for my kids.”

As he stormed out of the pub, his phone got ranged. Sara was calling.

“Sara?”

“Harry, can we meet for a quick chat at five? At the café where we first…?”

At the cafe, Sara explained that she went to therapy, and now she was wanting the custody of the children.

“Custody?? How dare you? After you left us?”

“Harry, I’m their mother. I have rights,” Sara said.

“You abandoned them, and now you want to take them away? They’re used to me now,” Harry said.

“I deserve to have them back. I’ll see you in court.”

Few days later, he was working from the house as a freelancer, and he was also doing the house chores. “Daddy loves you,” he said to his children before they went to the trial.

“Mr. Wills, can you please tell us about your attention to your family while you lived together with my client, Miss Sara?” The lawyer of his wife asked to Harry.

“Well, I did my best to provide for my family. I worked long hours. Overtime sometimes. I kept myself busy because I wanted to make sure they had everything they needed,” Harry responded.

“That’s what most responsible family guys do, right?! And what about your wife’s ambitions? Did she want to build her own career?”

“Before we had our kids…Yes, she did want to work. But after that, she stayed home to look after the kids and the household.”

“Well, looking after the kids…the family…cooking, cleaning. So basically, your wife has been your cook. Your children’s nanny. Your wellwisher. And did you insult her, saying she did nothing at home?”

“I did. Yes, it was an outburst. I was late for office and—”

“Mr. Wills, were you fired from your job? Why were you fired exactly?”

“Objection, Your Honor. This is utterly irrelevant and immaterial to the case,” Harry’s lawyer said.

“Objection overruled.”

“Thank you, Your Honor!” added Sara’s lawyer. “Mr. Wills, why were you fired from your job?”

“Because I couldn’t balance my work and parental duties. I tried, but it was too much. But I didn’t give up. I would never give up on my kids. I love them.”

“Mr. Wills, how are you managing now? How do you intend to support your kids…without a job?”

“I have a job. I can support them well.”

“Be specific, Mr. Wills. What job and what’s the salary?”

“It…It’s a part-time freelance gig. I’m a video editor.”

“Mr. Wills, I admire your confidence despite your climbing down the career ladder! I’m sure you make nothing much like you used to in your previous job, right?” The lawyer said.

“A freelance job. Low salary. And raising two kids in today’s recession. Well…That’s all, Your Honor.”

Then it was time for Sara to talk from the box. Harry was nervous.

“Ms. Sara, can you please tell us about your life with your husband…I mean, soon-to-be ex-husband?” Harry’s lawyer started. “Did he ever refuse to give you money or care for you in any way?”

“No…Not at all. He was always generous with our finances. We never had any issues with money.”

“Did Mr. Wills ever raise his hands on you or the kids? Has he ever come home drunk and misbehaved at home?”

“No, he never laid a hand on us. My husband. Sorry. Mr. Wills has never come home drunk.”

“Your husband has taken care of you. You even agreed on that. He’s never laid his hands on you. Then why did you leave him and the kids?”

“I had a nervous breakdown. He was always busy. He would come home and sit with his laptop, barely asking me if I was sick…happy…or sad. I tried to cope. But I couldn’t do it anymore and left. I didn’t want my kids to struggle with me as I wasn’t emotionally stable at that time.”

“Ms. Sara, where were you these six months? What were you doing, and how will you care for the kids?”

“I was in Chicago at a friend’s place. I wanted to be away from everything and everyone for a while. Then I moved back to Boston…got a job as an interior designer.”

“What’s the guarantee you won’t have another breakdown and won’t abandon the kids again?” The lawyer asked next.

“Objection, Your Honor. This is baseless and….”

“My client, Ms. Sara, has come for the children’s custody. Why would she leave them again?”

“Order…Order.”

“I won’t do it ever again. My children are my world. I’ll be there for them and never let anything like that happen again.”

Two hours later, the trial was over. Sara won the custody of the children.

“….Mr. Wills, you’ll have the right to visit your children and take them with you two days a week. You’re required to pay $860 as support to your children every month. This case is now closed.”

“You’re just tearing us apart,” Cody said, as he left his mother’s car and rushed towards his father.

“We want both Mommy and Daddy!” Sonny continued.

Sara couldn’t hold herself anymore, and she rushed towards them for a hug.

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