“When My Ex Was Thriving, He Forgot I Existed. Now He Wants My Help”

Jake was the kind of man who could light up a room with his charm. When we first met, he was all about grand gestures and sweet words. He’d surprise me with flowers at work, take me out to fancy dinners, and always knew how to make me laugh. I felt like the luckiest woman alive. My friends would often say, “What are you doing with him? He’s too good to be true.” But I ignored them, thinking they were just jealous.

We got married after a whirlwind romance. For a while, everything was perfect. Jake’s business was booming, and we lived a life of luxury. He bought me expensive jewelry, took me on exotic vacations, and made me feel like a queen. But as time went on, I started to notice changes. He became more distant, spending long hours at work and less time with me. The compliments and gifts became less frequent, and I felt like I was losing him.

One day, out of the blue, Jake told me he wanted a divorce. He said he needed to focus on his career and that our relationship was holding him back. I was devastated. How could the man who once made me feel so special now see me as a burden? But I had no choice but to move on.

Years passed, and I rebuilt my life. I found a new job, made new friends, and even started dating again. Jake was a distant memory, a chapter of my life I had closed for good. Or so I thought.

One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, my phone rang. It was Jake. My heart skipped a beat as I answered, wondering what he could possibly want after all this time.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” he said, his voice sounding strangely familiar yet distant.

“Yeah, it has,” I replied cautiously.

“I need your help,” he said bluntly. “My business is in trouble, and I don’t know who else to turn to.”

I was taken aback. This was the same man who had left me without a second thought when things were going well for him. And now he expected me to help him?

“Why should I help you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Because we were once married,” he said simply. “And because I know you still care.”

His words stung. Did I still care? Maybe a part of me did, but not enough to bail him out of his mess.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” I said firmly. “But you made your choice when you left me. You can’t just come back into my life whenever it’s convenient for you.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line before he finally spoke.

“I understand,” he said quietly. “I just thought… never mind.”

He hung up, and I sat there staring at my phone, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. Jake had once made me feel like the most important person in the world, only to discard me when it suited him. And now he wanted my help? It was too much to ask.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but think about how different things could have been if Jake had valued our relationship as much as he valued his success. But life doesn’t always go the way we want it to, and sometimes we have to let go of the people who hurt us, no matter how much we once cared for them.