My Ex Husband’s New Girlfriend Found My Number to Ask Me Just One Question — When I Read Her Text, I Was Stunned

My story is about how my ex-husband’s girlfriend realized a truth about him that I grew too comfortable with while married to him. With one important question, his new girlfriend taught me a valuable lesson about self-love after reaching out unexpectedly.

I’ve been divorced for five years now, and it’s been an interesting journey navigating life post-marriage. My ex-husband, Ben, 48, and I, 45, were together for 13 years and had two wonderful kids. Even after our split, we’ve managed to stay on good terms.

A mother with two children | Source: Pexels

A mother with two children | Source: Pexels

We co-parent effectively despite our marriage having its ups and downs. Ben and I are best friends and have also maintained a friendship that surprises most people. Our divorce wasn’t messy; we simply wanted different things out of life.

Yesterday was our eldest’s 16th birthday, and we decided to celebrate with a family dinner. Ben has been seeing someone new, a woman named Lisa, for about four months. He told me about her as soon as their relationship got serious.

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Someone’s birthday party | Source: Pexels

Transparency was part of our agreement to keep things open and honest for the sake of our children. He asked if he could bring Lisa to the birthday dinner, and while I wasn’t thrilled as I would have preferred to meet her one-on-one first, I didn’t want to cause any drama or be intrusive. So, I agreed.

On that fateful day, I finally got to meet Lisa who was friendly, and eager to make a good impression, which was a relief. I preferred her to be a good person if she was going to be around my children.

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Two women clinking glasses | Source: Pexels

She’s got a kind smile and she immediately struck up a conversation with me about the kids’ school and activities. I could tell she was trying hard to fit in, which I appreciated.

As the evening went on, I noticed how attentive Lisa was to Ben. It was sweet but also a little unsettling because I never saw that side of him during our marriage. I chalked it up to new relationship energy and tried to focus on the kids and the celebration.

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A happy couple bonding | Source: Pexels

Halfway through dinner, things got weird when my eldest handed me a birthday card from her father. This caught me off guard because my birthday was months ago. No one usually remembers it, and Ben has never been one to recall such occasions.

Don’t get me wrong, my children’s father is a great man. But he’s really terrible with things like anniversaries, birthdays, or any special occasions. During all the years we were together, Ben never got me a present or card.

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Someone lighting the candles on a birthday cake | Source: Pexels

It was also my responsibility to handle events like the kids’ birthdays, Christmas, and more. I don’t know if I was wrong for this, but his forgetfulness didn’t bother me. I thanked my daughter, feeling touched by the gesture.

Lisa, sitting across from me, saw my surprise. I had assumed she’d made him get it, but then I noticed how she was giving me these funny looks. Unsure what they meant, I decided to mingle with other guests to avoid the awkwardness.

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A woman holding a card | Source: Freepik

But, Lisa somehow managed to get my attention. “Ben mentioned he’s not great with birthdays,” she said with a chuckle. “He forgot mine a few weeks ago. Is it intentional?”

I laughed, remembering all the missed anniversaries and forgotten special days. “I have no idea, Lisa, but 13 years of marriage and two kids wasn’t the benchmark because he never really got the hang of it,” I replied. “It’s just who he is.”

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Two women talking | Source: Pexels

Lisa seemed disappointed and tried to hide it, but I thought nothing of it and wandered off to talk to other guests. I decided to shift the conversation to something lighter and talked about family plans and the upcoming holidays. The rest of the evening went smoothly, and we all parted ways with smiles and hugs.

Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, I received a text from an unknown number. It was my ex’s new girlfriend. “Hi, this is Lisa. I got your number from Ben. I hope it’s okay to text you. I wanted to ask you something.”

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A woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

Curious, I replied, “Sure, what’s up?”

Her response came quickly and when I read it, I was STUNNED. She hadn’t gotten over our brief conversation earlier and was asking if Ben’s forgetfulness of special occasions was something that could be fixed. “I know this might seem odd because we touched on it earlier, but I need to know…”

“…Does Ben ever improve when it comes to birthdays and anniversaries? I don’t want to make a big deal out of it if it’s something that won’t change.” I stared at my phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to warn her, to tell her not to ever expect much.

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A shocked woman reacting to something on her phone | Source: Freepik

But another part of me debated whether to give Ben a heads-up as it seemed like this was a serious issue for his new girlfriend and that she expected more attention to such things. Yet, a part of me resented having to teach him to be better about something he never tried with me.

I also felt like it wasn’t my place to interfere. After a moment, I typed back, “Honestly, he’s my ex for a reason. I can’t say if he’ll change or not, and I’m not going to have the answers you need.” I continued, “It’s something you’ll have to figure out together. Lovely meeting you, though.”

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A woman texting on her phone | Source: Pexels

Months went by without much thought about that night. Then, one evening, Ben called me out of the blue. “Lisa and I broke up,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“She kept making a big deal out of nothing, busy complaining about birthdays and anniversaries. I told her it’s not something I care about, and she just wouldn’t let it go,” he said, sounding furious.

“It turned into this huge argument when I forgot our anniversary, and she left,” he explained, his voice tinged with annoyance.

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A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt as I wondered if I could’ve helped them if I had been more supportive of Lisa when she texted me. “Ben, did she tell you it was important to her?” I asked, feeling like my responses to Lisa played a part in their breakup.

He was silent for a moment. “She told me on many occasions that such things were important to her.”

“But WHO CARES! You never made it a big deal,” he said defensively.

Tired of coddling him, I said, “Well, sir, and that’s why we divorced.”

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An upset woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“That’s mean, Kim,” my ex replied, sounding sad.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I stopped trying because I knew it wouldn’t matter to you,” I replied calmly. “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t important to me. Or to her. You have to meet people halfway.”

Ben grumbled something under his breath, and I could tell he wasn’t ready to accept that truth. We ended the call on a neutral note, and I sat there, thinking about Lisa. She deserved someone who would appreciate her efforts and reciprocate her feelings.

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An upset woman thinking | Source: Pexels

A few days later, I bumped into Lisa at the grocery store. She looked tired but managed a smile when she saw me. “Hi, how are you?” she asked politely.

“I’m good, thanks. How about you?” I replied, genuinely concerned.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted. “Ben and I broke up.”

“I heard,” I said softly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

She sighed. “I couldn’t deal with feeling unimportant. I tried to explain it to him, but he didn’t seem to care.”

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Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

I nodded, understanding her frustration all too well. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t value what you do. You deserve someone who will.”

Lisa smiled sadly. “Thanks. I appreciate that. I guess I hoped he could change.”

“Change is hard for some people,” I said gently. “But don’t lose hope. You’ll find someone who values you.”

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Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

We parted ways, and I felt a strange sense of closure. Lisa’s struggle mirrored my past frustrations, but it also highlighted how much I had grown since my marriage ended. I had learned to accept Ben’s flaws, but I also realized that I deserved more than what he was willing to give.

That evening, I sat down with my children and talked about their dad. I wanted them to understand that while he had his shortcomings, he loved them deeply. We laughed about his forgetfulness and shared stories of the good times we had as a family.

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A mother bonding with her child | Source: Pexels

As I reflected on everything, I felt a deep sense of peace. I had moved on from the hurt and disappointment and was ready to embrace whatever the future held. I hoped Lisa would find the happiness she deserved, and I knew that I had done the right thing by not getting too involved in their relationship.

In the end, it wasn’t about birthdays or anniversaries. It was about finding someone who truly valued and appreciated you for who you are. I did not doubt that Lisa would find that person someday, and I knew I was finally content with my own life.

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A woman thinking | Source: Pexels

As I looked at my children, I felt grateful for the love and joy they brought into my life. We had our good and bad moments, but we were a family, and that was what mattered most. And as for Ben, I hoped he would eventually learn to value the important things in life.

For now, I was happy. I had my kids, friends, and a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. And that was more than enough.

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Two children bonding | Source: Pexels

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I Discovered Hotel Receipts in My Husband’s Car, Unveiling a Painful Truth — but Karma Dealt with Him Harshly

My husband, Derek, and I have been inseparable for what seems like an eternity. We’ve built a life together, raising two children and merging everything from bank accounts to daily routines. We even drafted a prenuptial agreement, not out of mistrust but to sidestep any messy disputes should we ever split. I never imagined I would need it.

Derek has been a model family man and a respected sales agent at a top corporation, skillfully juggling work and home life. However, his work usually included some travel and meeting new clients, but recently, his business trips became suspiciously frequent.

About a month ago, I noticed these trips seemed excessive, with him out of town almost every week. Despite this uptick in travel, Derek didn’t mention any new clients or significant work changes that might explain his absences.

This unusual pattern triggered my curiosity and worry. One weekend while Derek visited a friend, I took it upon myself to clean his car, a chore he usually did himself.

While vacuuming and wiping down surfaces, I discovered a batch of receipts hidden in the glove compartment. My heart raced as I looked at them—one hotel room, the same local hotel, repeatedly booked on days he was supposedly out of town.

At first, I tried to find reasonable explanations—perhaps a mistake in the receipts or he was helping a friend. But deep down, doubt had taken root, and I couldn’t shake it off.

Resolved to uncover the truth, I began to monitor Derek’s activities more closely, noting when he left home and where he claimed to be going. I gathered any receipts I could find, scrutinizing them for clues. Occasionally, another hotel receipt would turn up, each one sending a jolt through me.

As evidence accumulated, a clear but unwelcome picture began to form. Despite this, I hadn’t confronted Derek; torn between disbelief and the harsh reality before me.

Tension thickened in our home as Derek’s excuses became more and more flimsy. One day, he abruptly said, “I have to leave urgently,” and I just nodded, pretending indifference. Inside, though, I was seething with suspicion.

Unable to bear the lies any longer, I followed him one evening after he rushed out. I discreetly trailed him to the very hotel listed in those receipts.

From a hidden spot in the lobby, I watched heartbroken as Derek and a woman laughed and touched intimately before embracing passionately—a sight that shattered me.

Overcome with emotion, I confronted them. Their faces registered shock and guilt as Derek stuttered an explanation I refused to hear.

The following days were a whirlwind of arguments and painful revelations. It turned out this woman was not just a fling; Derek thought they had something meaningful.

But karma struck swiftly. I later learned from a friend that this woman had tricked Derek into opening a joint bank account to start their “new life” together, only to drain it and vanish, leaving him ruined both financially and emotionally.

This twist of fate didn’t please me. Instead, it left a void filled with the sorrow of our disintegrated family life. Derek was crushed, fooled by someone he trusted, much like he had deceived me.

As we navigated our separation, the prenup I once saw as unnecessary now felt like a crucial safeguard for preserving what remained for our children.

Despite the pain, I couldn’t help feeling a touch of sympathy for Derek, remembering the love we once shared.

Now, in the silence of our once shared living room, I reflect on the deep scars left by betrayal and the long road to recovery ahead. Moving on is necessary—for me, our children, and even Derek—as we all seek to heal and reclaim our lives.

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