He Spent $10K on a Vacation With His Ex — So I Gave Him a Goodbye He’ll Never Forget
My husband Steve always acted like money was tight — but only when it came to me.
Haircuts? “Not necessary.”
Birthday flowers? “They die anyway.”
Meanwhile, I paid the bills, stocked the fridge, and kept our lives running like clockwork.
Then one night, I found a paper receipt crumpled in his coat pocket.
$10,234. Luxury seaside resort. Two guests. Fourteen nights.
When I asked, he barely blinked.
“It’s for Mom… and her friend. A gift. She’s turning seventy.”
Turns out, that “friend” was Lora — his ex.
I found out through her Instagram stories:
Matching white outfits. Champagne on the beach.
And a caption that made my blood boil:
“Girls trip with my almost mother-in-law 
#blessed”
The next one? “Thank you, Steve 
”
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.
I logged into his laptop and saw everything —
Messages between him and his mom, gushing over their “girls trip” while tearing me apart.
He ended one message with:
“My two favorite girls. I’ll be there soon.”
So I made a decision.
I withdrew exactly $10,234 from our joint account — the same amount he spent playing sugar daddy.
And I used it to send my 22 students to summer camp.
Most of them had never even left the city.
Now, every one of them had sleeping bags, matching shirts, and a week of joy ahead.
Then I came home, packed his clothes in trash bags, changed the locks, and left his toothbrush on the porch with a little note:
“Lora can buy you new toothpaste. ”
As I drove the camp bus through the hills, the sound of kids’ laughter filled the van.
The lake sparkled through the trees.
And for the first time in years, I felt something Steve never gave me:
