Exposing your personal life on the social media for the sake of sharing a life lesson might be a difficult decision to make, but TikTok user @tattylomas did exactly that and spoke of how she handled her husband’s infidelity and how she reacted witnessing him ruining their marriage and their family and later regretting it.
She started her story explaining that she and her now ex-husband were high-school sweethearts. She knew he was the one the moment she laid eyes on him years ago. The two proceeded to marry and welcome three children together. But one day out of the blue he told her that there was someone else in his life and that he wanted a divorce.

The TikToker felt like her entire world collapsed. She couldn’t understand how he could wrack their family for a woman he only knew for three months. But he was determined to start his life over claiming he was in love with her and deserved to be happy.
She did all in her power to prevent him from leaving her and the children, but to no avail.
It was then that she decided to put her brave face on and be strong for her kids.
They proceeded with the divorce and she got to keep the house which meant the world to her because they bought it from her grandmother, but ended paying him a hefty payout.

Once everything was over, the TikToker could finally get over her heartbreak. But then, she got a text from her ex telling her he was sorry and he wanted to get back to her. For this woman, that wasn’t an option. After everything he did, she couldn’t possibly take him back, not ever.
In fact, she learned that the woman her husband left her for was a horrible person who crashed his car while driving drunk.
Some time later, the TikToker met someone knew through her sister who was also divorced. She and this new man didn’t plan on getting married, but they got involved in a meaningful relationship.

The woman continued to express how delighted she was to watch her ex-husband suffer the consequences of his actions. “Call me evil or whatever, but he brought all of this on himself,” she added.
At the end of the video, she addressed her husband directly, saying, “So if you are watching this, enjoy your shabby one-bedroom apartment and her broken-down car. Oh, and my new partner and I will think of you on our vacation in Hawaii. I know Hawaii was the place you always wanted to go. Maybe I will send you a postcard.”

“SERVES HIM RIGHT!!!” someone commented. “YES GURL U GOOOO,”another added.
One viewer suggested, “GIRL SEND HIM THAT POSTCARD BUT FILL IT W PICS OF YOU AND YOUR NEW MAN.”
She said she didn’t want to indulge in any hard revenge antics because watching her ex regret his actions was enough revenge for her.
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The Gift of Fido

The silence in my small house had grown louder with each passing year. Old and alone, the days stretched out, often indistinguishable from one another. I thought about getting a dog, a creature that would fill the emptiness, a warm presence against the encroaching quiet.
One chilly afternoon, shuffling through the familiar streets, I saw him. A small, scruffy shape huddled near a bin, dirty and clearly hungry. He looked up as I approached, his eyes wide but without fear. I knelt down slowly, offering a tentative hand. He didn’t flinch. I stroked his matted fur, spoke softly to him. When I stood up to leave, he simply followed, a silent, trusting shadow.
Now, he is my dog. My Fido. I am his human, his owner, though it feels more like we own each other. The silence is gone, replaced by the soft pad of his paws, the occasional sigh, the happy thump of his tail against the floor.
I talk to him constantly, sharing my thoughts, my worries, the mundane details of my day. He answers in his own way – a tilt of the head, a soft whine, or his favorite response, a vigorous wash of my hand with his rough tongue.
“Fido,” I’d told him just the other day, the worry etching lines deeper into my face, “tomorrow we won’t have anything to eat. The retirement money is gone, finished. We’ll have to wait until pension day!” He just licked my hand, as if to say, “We’ll figure it out, together.”
And then that blessed day arrives. I join the queue, a line of fellow retirees, each clutching their worn pension book, shattered by time and use. My own is tight in my hands, a thin lifeline. Fido, tied patiently nearby, shakes himself happily, a little dance of anticipation. He knows this day. He knows that today the bowls will be fuller, the meal a little richer, a little better than the thin gruel of the days before.
Winter arrives, wrapping the house in its cold embrace. Without a fire, the air bites. But Fido is there. Curled tightly against my legs on the worn armchair, or tucked beside me in bed, his small body is a furnace, a constant, reliable source of warmth that chases away the chill. He is more than just a dog; he is my living, breathing blanket against the cold world.
The first hesitant rays of spring find us sitting outside, bathed in the gentle warmth of the returning sun. We sit in comfortable silence, simply existing, together, grateful for the light, for the warmth, for each other. And from deep within my heart, a simple prayer is born, a quiet whisper of profound gratitude: “Thank you, Lord, for creating the dog.” For creating Fido, who found me when I was alone, and filled my life with warmth, conversation, and unwavering companionship.
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