“Hey, honey! Check this out!” she wrote, with a photo attached. Expecting a cheerful selfie, I was shocked to see Emma with drastically enlarged breasts—something we had never discussed.
I called her immediately. “Emma, what is this? Why did you do this without telling me?”
She responded casually, “Oh, I thought it would be a nice surprise. Don’t you like it?”
“A surprise? Emma, this is major surgery! How could you not discuss this with me?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I wanted to feel better about myself,” she replied.
Her words stung. The trust we had built over a decade was now in tatters.
Days later, I decided I couldn’t stay in a marriage with such a breach of trust. Emma was defensive, insisting it was her body, her choice.
Our divorce was heartbreaking, but it symbolized a deeper issue of broken trust.
