My name is Christopher, and six months ago, I met the love of my life. She’s a 30-year-old woman with both intelligence and beauty.
I’m an ordinary IT professional working in a firm led by a 30-year-old woman. For the past three years, we’ve collaborated on a large-scale project that demanded significant mental and physical effort. If successful, this project could greatly benefit both our careers. It could even lead to a promotion or better opportunities.
While I earned a good salary, I eventually realized that my work was no longer about the money but about helping people solve technical problems.
A few months ago, my director confessed her feelings for me in a long email sent one Saturday night. She had been drinking when she wrote it. I was completely caught off guard, as I never expected anything like this. It felt like something out of a soap opera. She revealed that she had been infatuated with me for most of the three years we worked together. I now realize she may have dropped hints, but I always thought they were just signs of kindness.
After reading the email, I called my wife into my workspace—a room filled with all my tech equipment. When she came in, I sat her down and showed her the email.
“You’re fired?” she guessed, seemingly shocked.
“Of course not,” I replied, “Check this out.”
She read the email, laughed it off, and returned to whatever she had been doing. Everything seemed fine for a while, but after a week, I noticed she was avoiding me. I tried to figure out what was wrong, but she insisted everything was fine.
A week later, she finally confronted me, and when she did, I wished I hadn’t pushed for an explanation. She called me by my full name, signaling she was serious.
“You need to quit your job,” she said.
I was stunned and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I laughed, though looking back, it was probably a bad reaction.
“That would ruin my career, sweetie,” I responded casually.
The idea of quitting was out of the question. This project was too important, and I wasn’t worried about my director trying to interfere with our work. Her email seemed more like a moment of vulnerability rather than a serious attempt to disrupt anything.
I explained my position, but my wife had already made up her mind. Over the next week, she cycled between being angry and giving me the silent treatment. She even suggested I move out to be with my director, given how much time I spent with her.
Then, one day, when I returned home for lunch, I found that my wife had changed the locks and put my belongings on the patio. She blocked my phone numbers, and I couldn’t reach her. I went back to work, furious. How could she do this?
Days later, she called and admitted she had been overwhelmed by anxiety every time I left for work, which led her to take such drastic action. She also gave me an ultimatum: “Chris, you can come back when you quit your job.”
I responded, “That option is not happening!”
After talking to my family, I realized I owned the house. I began keeping an eye on it, and one day, when my wife left for the store, I had a locksmith help me get back inside.
When she came home and saw me there, she was furious and demanded I leave unless I resigned. I told her I had informed my family about everything, and they were pushing for a divorce. I also let her know I planned to file for divorce the next day, and that she had a couple of days to pack her things.
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