My husband, Vincent Adams, used a secret Twitter account to post for help: [Help! My wife's postpartum weight makes her look like a pig. I'm disgusted every time I see her. What should I do?]
I spent the night hanging a banner outside his office: [I never called you useless; how dare you call me fat? Fat can be lost, but useless is a permanent condition!]
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In the middle of the night, while nursing our baby, I noticed Vincent's phone flashing continuously.
I picked it up to turn it off and accidentally stumbled upon his secret Twitter account.
There, he had posted asking for advice: [Help! My wife's postpartum weight makes her look like a pig. I'm disgusted every time I see her. What should I do?]
The replies were brutal. One person blasted him: [Your wife worked hard to give you a child, and you have the nerve to complain about her? Have you lost all sense of decency?]
Vincent had the gall to respond: [I'm a man with needs. Isn't it normal to have desires?]
My blood ran cold. My hands trembled, and I struggled to catch my breath.
After two years of dating and three years of marriage, I had no idea my partner could be such a monster.
During the two months after giving birth, when my body was still recovering, Vincent showed no concern for my well-being or help with the baby. Instead, all he cared about was his own needs.
Fury surged through me, and I wanted to smash the phone in his face and drag him out of bed to confront him.
But thinking about his odd behavior since I became pregnant, I bit my tongue.
I knew that confronting him right now wouldn't solve anything and might just alert him.
At that moment, I felt an unsettling calm.
If he had truly betrayed me, I wouldn't waste another minute with him.
So, for now, I needed to investigate thoroughly.
