For 17 years, I thought I knew the man I married. Then he started making cruel jokes about my wrinkles and gray hair, comparing me to younger women online. What happened next restored my faith in karma.Hi everyone. I’m Lena, and I’m 41 years old. Until about a year ago, I genuinely believed I was living in a happy marriage with my husband, Derek. We’d been together since we were kids.
We had two beautiful children, Ella, who’s 16 now, and Noah, who’s 12. We had a home filled with family photos and memories.Looking back now, I realize I’d been living in a routine that was slowly eroding who I was, piece by piece, without me even noticing it was happening.It started so small that I almost didn’t catch it. Around the time I hit my late 30s, Derek started making what he called jokes. The kind that sounded playful on the surface, like harmless teasing between a married couple. But they had this edge to them that stuck under my skin like tiny splinters.
