The Missing Sock
Once, a co-worker sent me a text after we hung out with our kids. It said something about how I’d left the “monster sock” at her house. My ex assumed this was slang for something dirty—but the reality was far from that. It was actually my two-year-old’s sock with a cartoon monster on. She wasn’t having it.
A few months later, the same co-worker and I were out of state for work. I’d hidden the fact that the co-worker was also going because I was tired of being accused of being a cheater when I hadn’t done anything wrong. It was a just sign of our broken marriage.
During the trip, about 20 of us went to dinner together. Someone took a picture, and I just so happened to be sitting next to the co-worker. We were in the same division, which was how we were seated at the restaurant.
Later that night, the co-worker had a breakdown at the bar because she said she missed her kids and was dealing with custody issues. She also drank a bit too much. Another co-worker and I called for a ride and took her back to sleep it off. She got car sick, and things started to spiral from there.
I threw her my jacket, into which she immediately vomited. I had to literally fireman carry this woman back and drop her off with our other female coworkers to make sure she got to bed without issues. My ex, again, didn’t want to hear it.
The picture alone was the obvious proof she needed to believe I had, “cheated again.” My ex caused such a mess for me at my work that I ended up turning down over $100,000 in bonuses to stay with her longer.
She even went as far as to call all of my superiors to inform them that I was having an affair with that co-worker and that she had proof. She had railroaded my career as my superiors didn’t want the drama.
She also gave me the ultimatum: the job and divorce, or leave my job to “do the right thing for my family.” She told me she would seek full custody and move with the children.
My job wasn’t very family-friendly, so I left the job and moved with her back across the country to try and make things work for my kids’ sake. Story credit: Reddit / (FCMB)