Marriages end in divorce for various reasons, and the end of any relationship is an emotional one, with tangled feelings. One such incident happened with the woman, who shared her story on Reddit, on how things came to a head over shrimp tacos. A working mother, she could not handle her husband's detachment from the family, and now has an actionable plan. Here's her beautifully worded story.
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It’s a typical weeknight. I’m sore from the energy it took to steady the ship the four days prior, as his family was in town.
And while the weekend should have been about making beautiful memories with family – it was more of the usual. A high conflict, high turmoil situation where I pulled from the deepest depths of my soul to conjure the patience to appease his demands, his tantrums, his mood swings.
What struck me the most about this particular weekend was that I realized that I wasn’t alone in my pain. I had always been met with a hostile shortness from him when he didn’t feel understood.
I saw him treat his mother with the same hostile indifference I had been experiencing when things didn’t go his way. And I sat in disbelief, thinking – if he can’t even communicate respectfully with his own mother, what hope do I have?
His favorite, shrimp tacos. Specifically, spicy Cajun shrimp tacos with a sweet mango salsa. I love to be in the kitchen. It’s how I show love.
Over the past few months, he became increasingly detached during our weeknight dinners. As soon as he got home, straight to the PS5. While our daughter prodded around, yelling for attention – his time was not devoted to reading her books, playing with her, going for walks but strictly on the PS5.
God forbid I ask him to change a diaper. Or empty the trash. Or help with something for the dinner. I was met with hostility. I was humiliated and made fun of to the others on the game.
Not a single time was I met with – ‘How can I help?’ or ‘What do you need?’ I was left with the task of cleaning everything and packing the leftovers to make sure he had lunch the next day. And if I ever asked for help or expressed my disappointment at his lack of investment – I was called lazy.
He shut down and scrolled on TikTok. He blew up other times or told me, ‘Wait until I'm done with this game, and then we'll talk about it.’ I suggested counseling. He promised that he understood my frustration.
One time, he even offered to help clean after dinner was done. I thought we had figured it out. So today, I get home after a stressful day back at work after the two days off that I took to spend with his family. I woke up at 5:30 am and rushed home at 4 pm to be at daycare pickup.
I bought groceries the day before and planned all our meals for the week, and got to cooking as soon as I reached home. He was home before me. He helped me unload the car and after that, straight to the PS5. Business per usual.
I took about 30–40 minutes to get the food on the plate. I give a warning call – ‘Food is almost done.’ Eye roll. I give another warning call – ‘Food is ready.’ I’m met with a hostile, ‘OKAY, BABE.’
I set the table and serve our food, and we (myself and our daughter) begin to have our dinner. Shrimp tacos. He’s still playing his game before coming over. He takes one bite and says, ‘Oh, this is delicious.’ And returns to his game.
By the time he makes his way over to actually eat his meal – we are done eating. I tell him that I’m disappointed. He rolls his eyes, deflects my concerns with hostility, and goes back to his game.
At this point, I am raging. But I am somehow not surprised. He continues to be absent, detached, and unhelpful at the expense of his family. He laughs it off, makes a joke with his PS5 buddies, and they all laugh.
I feel humiliated. And that was the moment – the moment I knew that I could no longer stay in this relationship. I could no longer allow myself to be disrespected like this day in and day out.
"[Homemade] Blackened Shrimp Tacos"
I’m fuming, but I get myself together. After cleaning up, I pick up my daughter, and we go for a walk around the neighborhood. I cry my eyes out on that walk.
I think about how crazy I must look to our neighbors. But I remind myself that even if he can’t (or won’t) show up for your little family, that I have everything I need.
One day, I will look back, I will remember those shrimp tacos, and I will smile because they opened my eyes to the miracle I hold daily, my daughter. I am sleeping in a separate room, going back to therapy, and filing for divorce.
The end of any relationships is a long-drawn and often messy affair, and we hope this Redditor finds all the happiness and peace for her and her daughter. Meanwhile, here's another story about a cheating ex-fiancé, a dog and a woman who made a bold decision to get her life back.
