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You swipe your badge ID and clock out. Another grueling night shift at the local county hospital ER finished. There was nothing too horrendous this shift, aside from your favorite patient coding around midnight. You made your rounds, checked on your patients, and conversed with your coworkers to pass the time.
You sigh, exhausted. You pull out your phone as you walk to your car, and shoot a quick couple texts to your husband, Toji.
Just got off! Shift was terrible but I’m ready to be home and see gumi and you 🤍🤍🤍
On the way home :3 See u soon sleepy
You unlock your car, and get inside.
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You walk up the steps of your house. It’s not the fanciest, but it’s a quaint and cozy little place that you call home. It’s the perfect neighborhood for raising a child; it’s peaceful, quiet, and has a good school nearby. It isn’t much, but it’s yours. You work your ass off in the night shift just to afford it, and it’s worth it. Anything for your family.
You yawn as you unlock the front door. As you step in, you notice the eerie silence. By now, you should see Toji sitting on the couch, watching some random show and drinking a morning beer. But he isn’t in his usual spot.
You make your way deeper into your house. You go to check on Megumi, and see him sleeping peacefully in his little toddler bed. You smile gently as you watch the rise and fall of his little chest as he breathes. This is perfect, you think, He is what makes all of this worth it.
You gently close Gumi’s bedroom door, leaving a small crack open so you can hear him if needed.
You make your way to your bedroom, and notice the door slightly ajar. The ceiling fan is still going, the covers of the bed are strewn about, and you notice something light up in the corner of the room. You see Toji’s phone, but you don’t see Toji.
That’s odd. He should be here, watching over Gumi and taking care of him.
You walk over to where his phone lays on the nightstand, and open it.
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As you look through the final app and turn his phone off, you feel anger boiling in your chest.
Fucker couldn’t even remember to bring his phone when cheating. Almost like he wants to get caught. Fucking bum.
You can’t believe what you saw. Not only did he leave your child alone in your house, where anything could go wrong, but he has repeatedly done this while you work night shifts just to support your family!
Even though Toji contributes nothing financially, and barely as a parent, he still has the fucking audacity to be unfaithful! You pay for everything! The fucking bills! His gambling addiction and alcoholism! You even send him a fucking weekly allowance just so he has some spending money! And what does he use that money for? Fucking DoorDash and onlyfans! And don’t forget the absolute audacity to transfer money out of your SAVINGS ACCOUNT just to pay his fucking mistress!
He acts like he has money to give, meanwhile it’s YOUR fucking money! He’s a fucking bum and women believe his lies. Worst of all, you married this idiot of a man. The sex was NOT worth it. And while you did end up with the joy that is Megumi as a result of this relationship, you feel betrayed. You were willing to sacrifice anything and everything to keep this family afloat, and Toji pissed all over it!
The pain isn’t even the infidelity. It isn’t because he used you either. The real pain comes from the fact that Megumi has a piece of shit bum ass loser of a father, and he has a mother who was too dumb, blind, and infatuated to realize it.
You decide this is the last straw. While you’re out working grueling hours, Toji is getting his dick wet with some random woman he probably met on Snapchat! And the kicker? Women don’t actually want him! They just want his “money” because he’s a “hustler”! You think back to the fact that not one person matched with him on Tinder, and you feel like even the universe is laughing at him in that moment.
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You wait. Hours go by. You’re exhausted, but you still wait, sitting on the couch.
You don’t watch anything on TV. You don’t read. You don’t look at anything. All you can do is stew in your anger and wait for this fucking animal to come back, just so you can tell him you’re leaving.
You hear keys unlock the front door, and you look up, smiling at your husband.
As Toji walks in, he locks eyes with you.
“I want a divorce and full custody,” you say, not a hint of anger or resentment in your voice. The calmness of your voice is unsettling, and Toji’s bullshit smile fades