My Husband Told Me He Regrets Marrying Me And I'm Not Good Enough For Him. A Month Later...

My Husband Told Me He Regrets Marrying Me And I'm Not Good Enough For Him. A Month Later... "I regret marrying you. You'll never be good enough for someone with my potential." Michael delivered these words with the same cold detachment he used when critiquing my cooking or commenting on my wardrobe choices. My name is Elena, and at 32, I was standing in our kitchen, watching my husband of five years methodically dismantle my self-worth while sipping his morning coffee. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you!. The argument had started over something trivial—I'd forgotten to pick up his dry cleaning—but had quickly evolved into his favorite topic: my shortcomings. I looked at him across our marble-topped island, taking in his perfectly pressed shirt, his expensive watch, his carefully styled hair that he spent more time on than I did mine. Five years of marriage, and he still acted like he'd done me a favor by choosing me. "I see," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I continued preparing breakfast. My hands trembled slightly, but I kept moving. This wasn't the first time he'd said something like this, just the most direct. Michael worked as a corporate attorney at one of the city's most prestigious firms, Hartman & Reed. At thirty-six, he was the youngest senior associate on track to make partner by forty. I managed a small bookstore downtown called Wonderland Books, something he'd initially found "quaint" but now referred to as my "little hobby job." When we'd met at a friend's gallery opening, he'd seemed charmed by my passion for literature and art. Now that passion was just another target for his criticism.