My Husband Constantly Mocked Me for Doing Nothing, Then He Found My Note After the ER Took Me Away

“And that friend of yours downstairs—Kelsey, or whatever—you spend all day gabbing with her about God knows what! Blah, blah, blah! But nothing to show for it at home!”

“Tyler, please…” I whispered. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me, followed by a stabbing pain in my abdomen. I reached out for the wall to steady myself. A metallic taste rose in my mouth, the room spinning faintly as though the walls were tilting away from me.

He scoffed, threw on a different shirt, and slammed the door behind him as he left. The echo of his departure lingered in the silence, sharp as the ache still twisting inside me.