I received a bonus at work, but later discovered that my husband had secretly used that money to buy his mom a new phone.

 

 

When Aaron proposed, he was kind, thoughtful, the dream guy.
But right after our honeymoon, he changed.

Date nights disappeared.
Our morning coffee ritual? Gone.
Three years in, I couldn’t remember the last time he did something just to make me smile.

I stayed hopeful. Isn’t that what marriage is? Sticking it out?

Then one Tuesday, Aaron came home grumbling about work again.
The next day? He quit. No backup plan.
I took over the bills. I showed him where I kept emergency cash.

“Only for emergencies,” I said.

He nodded—then kept playing video games all day, “researching crypto.”

Meanwhile, I worked overtime.

One day, I got a $2,500 bonus.
I was thrilled… until dinner with my mother-in-law, Ruth.

She waltzed in smug as ever—and set a brand new iPhone 16 Pro Max on the table.

“Aaron got it for me!” she beamed.

My heart sank. I ran to the emergency cash drawer.
Empty. Three thousand dollars—gone.

I didn’t scream. I smiled.

Two nights later, Aaron hinted he wanted a new gaming laptop.

I grinned.
“Already bought it,” I said, showing him a confirmation email.

His eyes lit up. “Seriously? Where is it?”

I sipped my wine.
“I sent it to your mom. She can use it for Candy Crush.”

He froze. “What?! You gave my laptop to her?!”

“Oh… so now it’s a problem when someone spoils her with my money?”

Silence.

He panicked. Apologized. Said he’d return the phone.

“Good,” I replied, handing him a job offer I printed.
“Put the money into my new bank account. You don’t have access to my money anymore.”

Ruth called the next day, furious.
“How dare you treat my son like this!”

I replied, calm as ever:
“You don’t steal from the person paying your bills.”

Aaron had a job within two weeks.

Marriage counseling? Maybe.

But one thing’s for sure—
The gravy train is closed.