When My Wife Walked Out on Me

When my wife walked out, she didn't waste a second before shacking up with her new simp. The bed wasn't even cold before she was in his.

When word got out, the interrogation started. • You must have done something wrong for her to leave you,

• What did you do to her to make her leave,

• She must have had a reason,

• You picked the wrong woman,

• Maybe you couldn't satisfy her,

• Maybe you couldn't make her happy,

• You hate women,

Every question carried the same assumption, that if a woman leaves, the man is automatically guilty. Her decision is never questioned, her motives are never challenged, you are guilty by default.

The twisted part was how quickly every lonely, bitter, or bored woman in my orbit came sniffing around. Single moms, divorced wrecks, even married women with unmet needs, all suddenly "available."

The married ones were the worst. When I refused their game, they ran back to their husbands claiming I came on to them. The single moms and divorcées spread rumors about me the second I turned them down.

I had young girls whispering that their mothers liked me. One told me her daughter, a walking cautionary tale with five kids from five different restaurant owners, was asking about me. That daughter still had a doormat boyfriend who could never pass mommy's inspection.

Refuse a woman and the claws come out. Suddenly you are gay. You are defective. One told me I should try a gay dating site. When I nearly exploded at her disrespect, she smirked and said, "You are angry… maybe that's why your wife left you." That is how they operate, bait you, provoke you, and then use your reaction as proof.

At work it was the same circus. Women I barely knew were spreading stories about why my wife left, inventing details out of thin air. It was a nonstop smear campaign mixed with inappropriate advances. A bizarro world where rejecting a woman made you a villain, and being targeted by one made you guilty.

Eventually I stopped telling anyone I was divorced. Not because I was ashamed, but because I was done giving women more ammunition to twist into whatever fantasy or accusation served them that week.

So I will ask, has your post-divorce battlefield looked like mine, or were you spared the full circus?