22/10/2025
My husband insulted me, saying I resembled a "SCARECROW" after I brought triplets into the world—I showed him a PRICELESS LESSON.
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I'm a 36-year-old woman who thought Ethan (38) was her soulmate. His presence always captivated everyone around.
Eight years as a couple, five married, and after relentless infertility challenges, triplets entered our lives.
Pregnancy was grueling: swollen ankles, all-day sickness, weeks of bed rest.
By the end, I looked like a stranger to myself. The arrival of Noah, Grace, and Lily was worth it all.
Worn out in my hospital bed, I believed Ethan would support me. I discovered otherwise.
After three weeks at home, while tending to a baby, Ethan walked in sharply dressed and remarked, "YOU LOOK LIKE A SCARECROW!"
"Excuse me?"
He dismissed my appearance, "I MEAN, YOU'VE REALLY… LET YOURSELF GO. I KNOW YOU JUST HAD KIDS, BUT DAMN, CLAIRE. MAYBE BRUSH YOUR HAIR OR SOMETHING?!"
"Ethan, I had triplets. I barely have time to p*e, let alone—"
He interjected, "Relax, it's just a joke. You're too sensitive lately."
The “jokes” kept rolling in. "WHEN DO YOU THINK YOU'LL GET YOUR BODY BACK?" "MAYBE YOU COULD TRY SOME YOGA." "GOD, I MISS THE WAY YOU USED TO LOOK."
Then I saw a message on his phone: "You deserve someone who takes care of themselves, not a frumpy mom.💋💋💋"
It came from Vanessa—his assistant.
Though hurt, I didn’t fall apart.
A lesson was in store for both of them.⬇️⬇️