I'm six months pregnant with our third child, and today my husband locked me out of our house in the snow.
I'm six months pregnant with our third child, and today my husband locked me out of our house in the snow.
It was 5°F outside, with heavy snow.
I asked my husband, Will, to go to the store for milk for the kids, and he replied:
"LET THEM DRINK WATER. I'm not going anywhere in this cold. We've SPOILED THEM way too much."
I was furious. Our three-year-old twins won't eat anything in the morning unless they have a glass of warm milk first.
So I got dressed and went to the store by myself.
Then I tried to make peace and texted Will:
"Heading home now. Please unlock the door, my hands are full."
He didn't respond.
I sent another text as I walked up the driveway.
I saw the lights on inside, but I didn't understand why my husband wasn't answering.
I walked up the steps, the grocery bags digging into my fingers, already feeling annoyed. But when I pushed on the door...
It was LOCKED?!
I knocked with my elbow. "Hey, open the door, please."
Nothing.
I knocked again. Again. AND AGAIN.
I called him. I texted Will that I really needed to pee.
Will ignored all my messages while I stood there freezing, listening to one of my daughters sob on the other side of the door because she knew I was outside.
After twenty-five minutes, he finally opened the door, smiling as if it were a joke.
"Oh, I thought you SAID IT'S NOT THAT COLD?"
"What is your problem?" I snapped. "Why didn't you answer me?"
Will didn't apologize. He didn't even look guilty.
Then I looked up at him. He moved quickly, stepping to block the doorway to the kitchen like a wall.
That's when I saw IT.
Right by the entryway were women's boots. Adult-sized, stylish, and definitely not mine.
Behind Will, coming from the kitchen, I heard a sound that made my heart pound even harder.
Something like A CHAIR SCRAPING… and A WOMAN'S QUIET LAUGH.
I dropped the grocery bags on the floor and pushed past Will to get into the kitchen. ⬇️⬇️⬇️
