I arrived home to find the bathroom door destroyed — after discovering what had happened, I decided to file for divorce

Going on a trip with my sister was supposed to be a refreshing break before returning to my small family of three. But coming back turned into a nightmare. My husband of nine years betrayed me and our daughter in a way I couldn’t forgive, causing us to leave.

When I left for a quick two-day trip, I was content, imagining my husband, John, bonding with our daughter, Lila. But Sunday night, as I walked in the door, I was greeted by shredded wood, a broken bathroom door, and a strange tension between John and Lila.

John claimed he had to break the door when he got stuck, but his story felt off. Later, our neighbor Dave revealed the truth: Lila, scared by strange noises from the bathroom, ran to Dave for help. Rushing over, he found John inside with another woman, both screaming for him to leave.

My blood turned cold. Another woman, in our home, with our daughter in the next room? My anger boiled over. When I confronted John, he feebly insisted she was “just a friend.” I was done. That night, I packed and told him Lila and I were leaving in the morning.

The next day, we moved out. I left John with a broken home and a shattered marriage. Now, in a temporary apartment, I watch Lila smile again, knowing I made the right choice. Our family might be smaller, but at least we’re free from deceit.

An old man was eating at a truck stop when three rough-looking bikers walked in.

Three gruff-appearing bikers entered the truck stop where an elderly man was dining.

The first biker chuckled and sat down at the counter after poking his cigarette into the elderly man’s pie as they passed him.

Taking up the old man’s milk, the second motorcyclist spat into it. Before stepping up to the counter with the other bikers, the third one turned over the old man’s plate.

Putting down his money, the old man stood up and walked out of the café without a word to the laughing bikers. The waitress heard one of the bikers ask, “Not much of a man, was he?”

Furthermore, not much of a truck driver, the waitress retorted. Just now, he backed his large vehicle over three motorcyclists!