Recently, I stumbled upon my husbands notebook quite by accident, and inside were pages detailing every expense hed made for my seven-year-old son. My boy is in Year 2 now. His father and I divorced years ago. When my son was just four, I met another man. He told me he loved me, and hed love my son as his own. That promise was everything to me.
But in reality, my husband never truly wanted to be a father to my son. Back then, a bit of attention and his polite manners towards my boy felt like enough. One year into our marriage, our daughter was born. My husband stared cradling her, showering her with affectionshe was his own flesh and blood, after all.
Im currently on maternity leave, so my husband supports the household alone. Whenever wed go to the playground or stroll through the park, he always bought my son small toys or an ice lolly. I never questioned it.
But now, after discovering this notebook, I cant stop shaking. Inside, I found a chart divided into three sections. Each column was neatly labelled: Date, Name, Amount. Toys £40, Ice Lollies £40, Swings £30.
I confronted my husband, asking how he could keep track of all this. He didnt even blink when I thrust the notebook toward him. In his world, this was just practical. He calmly explained that, once my maternity leave ended, Id be expected to pay back every penny hed spent on my son. He even suggested I hurry to file for child support from my ex-husbandthat way, repaying this debt would be easier. My husband added, rather coldly, that his only concern from now on would be providing for his own child.
I broke down, sobbing. I cant just leave him; we have a daughter together, and I do love him deeply. But I cant forgive this pettiness. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
