My husband and I went on vacation, but from the very first day, something strange started happening.
I noticed that my husband was acting distant. He avoided looking at me, didn’t rush to hold my hand, and most importantly — he categorically refused to take pictures of me or take any photos together.
“I’m not in the mood,” he grumbled when I gently asked what was going on.
I tried to convince myself that he was just tired. But then I noticed that he started hiding his phone, turning away when texting someone, and even taking his phone into the bathroom with him.
One day, when he went to take a shower, I grabbed his phone, opened the group chat with his friends, and my world came crashing down.
“Imagine, guys, with her weight, she still wants me to take pictures of her! Where will she fit in the frame? She’s not the same as before she gave birth.”
Tears clouded my vision. I kept rereading these words, hoping I had misunderstood.
After these words, I decided to get back at my husband. ⬇️⬇️
My husband and I went on vacation, but from the very first day, I noticed something strange.
Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but I always believed my husband accepted me. That our years together, the birth of our child, had brought us closer. But at that moment, I felt betrayed, rejected, insignificant.
I put the phone back in its place and sat alone for a long time. If he doesn’t want to see my beauty — let the world see it.
I chose the best photos, taken by me: one by the sea and one in a swimsuit. I posted them on Facebook with the caption: “I accepted myself and enjoy our moments together. #LoveForMyself #Memories.”
My husband and I went on vacation, but from the very first day, I noticed something strange.
To my surprise, the reaction was overwhelming. Friends and family flooded me with compliments, words of support, and shared their own stories of self-acceptance. Messages poured in, and along with them, my inner strength grew.
That night, I met my husband face-to-face. He saw the determination in my eyes and seemed to understand what had happened.
“I saw your messages,” I said softly but firmly. “How could you say that about me?”
He turned pale, then covered his face with his hands. “I… I didn’t realize how much this would hurt you,” he mumbled. “After the baby was born, I started feeling insecure myself. I projected my complexes onto you. I’m sorry.”
My husband and I went on vacation, but from the very first day, I noticed something strange.
I wanted to scream, accuse, and reproach him. I sighed. “We need to support each other, not break each other. Let’s try to fix this together.”
Moved by my words, he agreed to go to family therapy. Weeks later, we were learning to speak to each other honestly, without mockery or resentment. He became more attentive, and I started feeling valuable again.
