My wife left me for her gym instructor while I was in the hospital because I had only a 10% chance of survival. But when I moved out, she contacted me because her lover was training with her in boxing. I’ll start by saying that I’m a 33-year-old man who is now in better health and is only here for some advice.

I’m really struggling and very upset about something that’s been happening in my life. I married my ex-wife Alex, who was 30, when I was 25. We had maybe two good years before everything fell apart. Back then, I was working for a construction company and earning a decent salary.
My ex-wife worked as a waitress, and together I’d say we had a decent life. Then I was in a serious car accident that changed my life. I was severely injured and ended up in a coma for a whole month. There was about a 10% chance I would survive, but by some divine intervention or miracle, I pulled through.

It was very strange waking up later, thinking only hours had passed and that I’d just had a long nap. But it was definitely a horrible shock and it completely changed my life. I was basically immobile for the next three months and had to undergo intensive physical therapy to get back to a normal life.

I never fully recovered and was legally disabled. That year was a living hell, and to make matters worse, my wife decided to leave me. Alex broke the news to me as soon as I woke up—or rather, a few days after I woke up. I was getting irritated that he wasn’t visiting, and I couldn’t understand why my wife hadn’t come to see me for days.
After I woke up in a hospital bed, when he finally came to see me, he told me he wanted a divorce. There was a huge drama, and I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. I was in a damn coma. I couldn’t have done anything wrong. It’s not like I was ogling the nurses, unless someone had put my comatose head in that position.

I couldn’t have left the dirty dishes in the sink either. My diet consisted of nasogastric tubes, and if they needed cleaning, the hospital would surely take care of it. At least, that’s what the bill seemed to indicate. Alex then calmly told me that she didn’t want to be tied down by a disabled person and that she had started moving on long before I came out of the coma.
In short, she was seeing her trainer at the gym. For the record, she joined that gym three months before my accident and has a huge crush on her trainer. I knew this because she had started getting jealous of him before the accident. It only took an accident and a month in a coma to prove it.

Thank God, next time a lightning bolt or an apparition from one of your angels with a less busy schedule will do. Alex told me she’d developed a real connection with the guy and wanted to explore that instead of getting stuck with me. There wasn’t much point in fighting for her. Whoever keeps her loses.
This woman had literally broken all her marriage vows, from fidelity to sickness and poverty, and was 30 days poorer than before. I don’t know if she wanted me to get down on my knees and beg her to stay, but in my situation, that was going to be a bit difficult. I asked her if she didn’t mind how the whole thing looked.

In other words, “Hey, your husband wakes up from his coma and you’re off with your trainer. There are serial killers who get more sympathy than you.” She just shook her head and told me it wasn’t worth fighting for, that I deserved better than a disabled man who would probably depend on her. Taking it with humor right now is my defense mechanism.
I don’t know if it’s healthy or not. I’m not a psychologist and I don’t have the money to pay for one. I’m probably not quite right in the head right now. And not just because of the blow that sent me into the coma, but that’s how it is. Back then it was different because everything hit me so hard, since Alex was my only family.
I knew I would probably lose my job at the construction company, if I hadn’t already, and I didn’t know what my future held. I came back to an empty house. Alex was gone. She went to stay with her friends. I had to ask a friend to drive me home from the hospital. It was my friends and my former in-laws who took care of me after I came back from the hospital.

Yes, it’s not like the accident left me in bad shape and I’m having hallucinations. My former in-laws helped me. I even pinched them once to see if they were real and not just things I’d created in my head because of the impact. You know, in-laws always seem to be the enemy, but in my case, they were real. They yelled and told me there wouldn’t be any soup for me that night because I’d pinched them.
I also had to fight legal battles to get the at-fault driver to pay compensation. Meanwhile, I had to hire a divorce lawyer to end my marriage. It was a good thing I didn’t have a job, a wife, or anything to do because I had plenty of free time to deal with all this. Pure irony.

Thank goodness I started to resent my wife because it made me want a divorce as soon as possible. It was done in six months, since neither of us wanted to fight anymore. She got half of everything. My state doesn’t have fault-based divorce, but she did sign a waiver to release me from any compensation I was going to receive from the accident lawsuit.
I think she figured there wouldn’t be much left after the medical bills, which was optimistic because I thought it would be a lot less. I was in a very dark place until there was light because I ended up getting a good settlement. My bills were paid, including physical therapy. I was paid for lost work and emotional distress, among other things.
Overall, it was a good settlement for me; not so much for the poor guy who hit me. I think the financial blow will put him in a financial coma for a while. Goodbye, pickup truck, which is bigger than a WWI tank. My company ended up giving me a temporary desk job as a goodwill gesture.
I was already having trouble with everything. So as soon as I was able to move around on my own, I left town. I just wanted to get away from it all. I settled in another city, in another state, and somehow got a job at a store handling payments and invoices. I don’t think they knew I’d taken a nasty blow to the head, and before that my duties were mostly hands-on, but they trusted me, and over time I learned a thing or two about numbers.

After two comes three, and all that. I’m pretty sure my old manager at the construction company had a hand in it, because he was the one who told me to apply here. I’ll be eternally grateful to everyone who helped me. I’ll probably get judged for this, but I pretty much cut ties with everyone in my old town.
I only kept in touch with a few people. Eventually, I moved on. I started taking courses at the local community college and got trained. I won’t go into detail about how I literally had to bust my ass to get a degree and a good job. The pay is good, and I’m even more successful now than I was before.
In the end, the blow to the head sorted some things out or unlocked my hidden potential. I moved to the new city when I was 28, and I’m 33 now. I was actually living a quiet, peaceful life here until a few days ago. Alex suddenly started messaging me on my social media accounts. He wanted to reconnect and kept going on about how he still loved me and was sorry for everything that happened.
He was trying to sweet-talk me, but it just annoyed me even more. I told her I wasn’t interested in talking to her and that I’d moved on. Alex didn’t stop there. She sent me tons of messages saying that her boyfriend, the one she’d left me for, had become abusive and violent, and that she had no one to lean on or talk to.
Basically, her teenage crush didn’t work out. Her relationship was abusive. As much as I cared about the abuse, which wasn’t much, I still told her I couldn’t help her and that she should stop writing to me. I also mentioned that the doctors had advised me to avoid my past, as it might induce another coma.
I didn’t have high hopes that she’d believe me, but I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have some fun either. I blocked her accounts, but somehow she got my cell phone number—a new one—and started bombarding me with crying texts and voicemails. She even got her friends to bombard me. It was like a whole squadron of German bombers dropping their bombs on London.
I’ve also been doing quite a bit of reading during this time. No matter what I do or say, I can’t get rid of her. I tried blocking phone numbers, but new ones kept appearing. I was confused and incredibly annoyed, so I decided to contact someone and find out what was going on. There was a friend of Alex’s that I stayed in touch with after I moved.
Actually, I had cut off contact, but we reconnected after I saw her at a colleague’s wedding. Small world, right? Then, this friend of my ex-wife told me that Alex was actually thinking of hiring a private investigator to find my address. Alex didn’t know that this friend was actually in contact with me and was a spy working for me.
If you count how to work, buy her ice cream when she comes to visit. She told her group of friends that she was going to find me and somehow convince me to take her back. The friend, let’s call her Erika, 32, actually told me that Alex was being extremely delusional and that her other friends were feeding into her delusions.
Alex thinks she can sweet-talk and seduce her way back into my life again. Oh, God, just writing this makes me want to throw up. Who could be stupid enough to take my ex back? I can’t believe she still thinks she’s irresistible or something. I definitely wasn’t going to fall for that. But the mere fact that she thinks I’m going to fall for her useless charms again offends me immensely.
I need a couple more whacks on the head for that. Maybe a lobotomy, maybe both at the same time. Her parents have wanted to talk to me on video chat. They’re nice people. They made really good soup, and I’d say I had a great connection with them. I’m not going to lie, but they always felt like family to me.
I think they were my biggest loss in the divorce. Then, again, it was my fault because I was the one who distanced myself from them. They wanted to stay in touch and wanted us to talk, but I was too devastated. I didn’t want anything from my past following my new life. So I kept my distance and told them I couldn’t stay in touch.
They were sad, but they accepted my decision. Now they’re asking to talk, and I don’t know what to do about it. What should I do? Should I talk to my ex-in-laws? Should I talk to Alex one more time and try to make her understand that I really don’t want to be with her? Edit: They seem to think I’m lying about having made it big.
When I say I’ve made it big, I mean I got a great job with a good income. It’s not like I have three yachts tied up in the backyard pool. I had a dream about going to college when I was a teenager, but that dream was crushed in high school. To be frank, my mother went to prison when I was 16, and I basically spent my time in group homes because no one was available to take in a 16-year-old.
I won’t say I had horrific experiences in group homes. It was actually decent and probably better than being stuck with an abusive foster family, but I did face some really difficult situations that I won’t go into detail about. My mother was a criminal until she died in prison. She had people she owed money to, people who didn’t hesitate to threaten me and come after me.
Most of the money I had went to those idiots who would show up demanding my mom’s debts. I don’t have any family, and I didn’t really have anyone who cared. I was spiraling mentally, and being a stupid teenager, I refused help. I made some really bad decisions—nothing illegal—and barely made it through high school.
By the time I graduated, I knew my chances of getting a scholarship were practically zero, which was my only way to go to college. There was also the fact that I was an adult now and needed to find a job to support myself. Technical school was my best option. I started working in construction at 19 through some contacts from the group home.
It was tough, but I like being on my own. Sometimes group homes can be too much. Besides, I felt guilty about using up resources that could help someone in a worse situation. Anyway, I stayed with the construction company and worked my way up. I met my ex-wife when I was 22 and in a decent position.
She wasn’t any better off than me. She was a waitress anyway, and she didn’t have a high school diploma. She had two loving parents, but they weren’t very wealthy. I encouraged her to go back to school and finish her diploma while I supported her, but she was never interested in it. I wanted to go to college, but quitting my job wasn’t an option.

Alex wouldn’t have been able to support both of us on her waitress salary. She could have taken a part-time job, but it just wasn’t worth the hassle. So I put my dreams on hold and let things go. I’m kind of glad the accident happened.
It showed me what a horrible woman my wife was. It gave me the chance to finally pursue my dreams, and I stuffed myself with soup for weeks. I guess that’s why it infuriates me so much that Alex thinks she can enjoy the fruits of my labor. She never tried to improve herself and just wanted a cash cow to take care of her.
I was young and stupid, so I thought she’d understand where I was coming from, but no. She was nothing like me, and I paid for it later in life. Update one: I came here to give you an update on some events that have taken place, and also to thank you for some soup recipes you’ve sent me. I
appreciate it, but the accident didn’t exactly awaken any cooking skills in me. I’m still burning cold sandwiches. I don’t feel comfortable sharing these things with the few friends I’ve made here. It’s like I prefer to keep my two lives separate. I’ve been thinking about it with your help. You might be disappointed or unaware that I ended up talking to Alex’s parents.
I don’t usually open up to people, but I feel like you deserve it. I already told you that I’m an orphan and don’t really have any family. Alex’s parents, my former in-laws, have been incredibly kind to me the entire time I’ve known them. Not just because of the soup, but for many other things I haven’t mentioned here.
They didn’t care that I was an orphan with very few prospects. They weren’t the kind of in-laws who wanted something better for their daughter. They were happy with the son-in-law they had. They welcomed me with open arms and never showed any judgment. If anything, they seemed proud of me and what I had accomplished. My ex-father-in-law always told me that despite my bad luck, I’d managed to do something with my life, and that this was a skill he admired in other men.
I never faced any prejudice from them, so they treated me better than my own mother. My mother-in-law kept me plump with food, saying that my construction job required me to be well-fed, especially during the winter. When the divorce happened, I was afraid they’d be forced to choose between Alex and me.
I was sure they’d choose Alex over me because she’s literally their daughter. Yes, they were unhappy with Alex, but they would have eventually given in. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle. Maybe it was my own insecurities that made me push them away. It definitely wasn’t the right decision on my part. I video-called them yesterday and realized I had definitely misjudged them.
They genuinely wanted me in their lives. They weren’t trying to convince me to give Alex another chance. In fact, they wanted to warn me to be careful around their daughter. I learned some things from them that I couldn’t have known anywhere else. Even Erika didn’t know that much, but that’s probably because she doesn’t keep in touch with Alex and that group of friends as much.
Erika actually doesn’t live in the same city anymore. She was at home visiting her parents when Alex called for a girls’ get-together. Erika thought they were just hanging out like old times. She didn’t think my ex would turn it into a stalking party for OP. It was pure luck that Erika was in that city and at the meeting where Alex outlined his plans to track me down.
Anyway, Alex told me her boyfriend was abusive and all that. Turns out that’s not true at all. My ex-father-in-law and ex-mother-in-law told me the gym trainer was actually a good guy. Apparently, he had no idea Alex had left me for him. They only started dating after Alex and I broke up.
The guy was obsessed with a lot of things. Alex quickly won him over and moved in with him a year later, but then Alex constantly complained about him. The guy has good money, since he actually owns the gym. Although Alex thought he would splurge on her and spoil her, the guy wasn’t interested in a trophy wife and made it clear he wouldn’t give her whatever she wanted.
While he didn’t charge her rent, he made her split all the other bills. Alex often complained about how cheap he was and didn’t spoil her even though he had the money. Then, recently, she brought up the topic of marriage, and he said something that infuriated her. The guy wanted a prenuptial agreement to protect his business. I don’t know about you, but I think that was incredibly smart.
Alex hadn’t put any time, effort, or money into the business, so he has every right to ask for protection. Alex, of course, didn’t like it one bit. They’ve been fighting about it ever since. And during this time, one of her friends somehow stumbled across my profile and realized I’d turned my life around.
You know what happened next. My ex-father-in-law and ex-mother-in-law actually found out about this by accident. She let it slip that she was trying to reconnect with me and maybe win me back. I don’t know why she thought telling her parents this was a good idea. I guess she thought they’d be supportive, since they liked me so much.
Maybe she expected them to shout “yes!” and all three of them to hug and jump for joy. That’s what her parents said. Anyway, they’d been arguing with her about this too. They told her to leave me alone because she clearly didn’t deserve me. Alex accused them of turning their backs on their own daughter.
My ex-father-in-law and ex-mother-in-law then decided to try and find me so they could warn me about Alex’s plans. I was a little shocked to hear all this. For starters, I really didn’t think Alex’s parents would actually talk to me to warn me about their daughter. I was also really shocked that Alex was trying to play games with her new boyfriend, just like she played games with me.
She was calling the guy names and thinking badly of him, but God, he didn’t deserve that. From what I can tell, he probably didn’t even know my wife had left me. If she was crazy enough to lie to me about him abusing her, who knows what story she told him. There’s still a chance the guy isn’t 100% innocent, but at this point, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
My mind is completely blown by what I’ve found out. I thanked my ex-father-in-law and ex-mother-in-law for telling me everything. We had a long, emotional talk afterward, and I ended up confessing why I distanced myself from them and that I still miss them. Now we’ve decided to start talking again and rebuild our relationship. I’ve stopped seeing them as Alex’s parents and now I see them as my friends.
We’ll be communicating by phone for now, and maybe someday we can even meet in person if we have the chance. Overall, I think it was a good decision to talk to them. As for Alex, I’m just going to keep ignoring his messages until he gets tired of it and stops. I hope he can’t find me, but if he does, I’ll probably go to the police for harassment.
Although I hope he’s not serious about the detective thing, because it’ll be a problem if he finds me. That’s the update, guys. Pray for me so I can get my peace back as soon as possible. Update two: I prayed for my peace back, but God didn’t like it one bit. I’m sorry, but I’m extremely frustrated right now. I was really hoping Alex would eventually get the hint and stop.
I also hoped that hiring a detective was just wishful thinking on her part. I was wrong on both counts. This crazy woman actually did hire a detective and tracked me down. I really can’t believe it myself. I don’t even know how she managed to find the money for a detective. Nor do I particularly care about that.
It’s just bizarre that she went to such lengths to get me back. I’m not naive enough to think she wants me back because she’s still in love with me. If she ever truly loved me, she wouldn’t have dumped me when I was at my lowest point. I know that what she’s doing is all for my success and money.
She’s already proven herself to be a gold digger. So, I don’t know why she even tried to pass this off as love. She showed up at my door and seemed so happy to see me. Meanwhile, I was rushing to shut the door on her. I literally locked her out and told her to leave. Through the door, I could hear her crying and pleading with me.
She told me she loves me so much she couldn’t wait to see me. She actually admitted to hiring detectives to find me. She also said it was just fate that brought us back together and that we shouldn’t let this opportunity slip away. I was so embarrassed for both of us when I heard that. You’d think I was drunk or something, but no.
I was completely sober. She was really trying hard to convince me. At one point, she even said we didn’t have to be serious. We could just relive our old days and have some physical sex. My friend downstairs, I think, wanted to uncoil himself off me and run away, but I assured him I wouldn’t do that.
Erika wasn’t kidding when she said Alex was planning to seduce her way into my life. This woman actually tried to do that. Remember, while she was professing her love and asking for something physical, I was constantly telling her to leave or I’d call the police. She was there for about 15 minutes before I decided to just call the police and let them do pest control.
She wasn’t showing any signs of letting go and was babbling nonsense. I called the police, and they were there for 5 minutes. This woman then had the brilliant idea to lie to the police and tell them she was my girlfriend who lived with me. I had kicked her out over a minor disagreement. At that point, I was beyond believing it. I quickly opened the door and told the officers she was lying.
I had plenty of proof. Alex tried to hug and kiss me right in front of the officers, but I somehow pushed her away. I think I said something like, “Get away, Satan.” At that point, the officer said she would be arrested for sexual harassment if she didn’t stop. When they asked her if she could prove she lived with me, she had no answer.
Meanwhile, I offered to show the police the messages on my phone and the security camera footage. Alex looked surprised when I said this, so she probably hadn’t noticed the cameras around. Anyway, she couldn’t really give a clear answer to show she was telling the truth.
So, the officers told her to leave or they would have to arrest her. Alex tried to make up a few more excuses before finally leaving when the police refused to listen to her nonsense. Unfortunately, none of this qualifies for a restraining order yet. I’m going crazy trying to figure out what to do.
I won’t lie, I’ve been thinking about moving just to get away from her. But she could just hire an investigator again and track me down. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I’ve started to resent moving on and living my life in peace. If I were sleeping under a bridge, I’m sure she wouldn’t bother me.
I’ve informed Erika and Alex’s parents about what happened. It’s not like they can do anything about it, but I want someone in the real world to know about me in case I disappear. I don’t want to share this stuff with my colleagues, and I don’t really have that many friends around. Also, frankly, this is really embarrassing for me. I don’t want to delve too deeply into my past, and I’m lucky to have a few friends and colleagues who don’t snoop or pressure me to tell them everything about my life.
At least someone respects my privacy. Anyway, Alex is testing me and calling again from another phone number, but this time I’m letting her. I won’t block her because I’m gathering evidence in case she escalates or something. I want to be prepared to take her to court for harassment if I have to.
Also, I’d like to get some advice from you guys on something. I’m contemplating contacting Alex’s boyfriend and telling him what she’s doing. If he’s a victim like he seems to be, I feel like I should tell him. Update three: I’m so sorry to disappear from you guys after the last update, but I was kidnapped in a basement with no light, drinking water from a leaky tap while eating canned soup.
It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Seriously, I know a lot of you were worried about me, so I thought I should come and give you an update. I’ll try to be as brief as possible because I don’t want to bore you. So, the last time I told you anything, Alex came to my house and made a scene until I called the police.
I was panicking and didn’t know how to get rid of Alex. I hesitated to contact her then-boyfriend; I wasn’t sure what to do. The problem basically resolved itself because my ex-in-laws decided to tell the guy what Alex was doing. In short, the guy broke up with her and kicked her out of his house. Later, he discovered that Alex forged documents and got four different credit cards in his name and maxed them out.
It was a ton of money. He also explained how he was able to pay a private investigator. Thank God, she didn’t do to me what she did to him. Yes, I checked and made sure. Anyway, the guy filed charges, and she was arrested. She was released on bail. She decided to attack him at his gym for ruining her life. She’s in jail now.
I’m sure she’ll be out soon, but I have enough evidence to show she’s not right in the head and get a restraining order against her. I’m already planning to buy a small house and become a homeowner anyway. So that’s the update. I’m glad she stopped all contact after this period and left me alone. I hope it doesn’t come up again.
Anyway, I have what I need for a restraining order and I plan to file for it. I’m just waiting until she’s close to being released so the order lasts a little longer. Update four. I’ll give one last update, or at least I hope it is. If it isn’t, please accept my apologies.
I’m just a man with an accident and a love of soup. I have my share of problems. As you know, I was going to file for a restraining order, and I did shortly before my ex got out of jail. It’s a two-year order, and I wanted it to last as long as possible before having to renew it. That is, in case my ex learned to make a knife out of an old toothbrush in prison and wants to practice her new skills on my body.
The good news is that she wasn’t taught any crafts, or she hasn’t practiced them on me, so the restraining order was useless. Technically, it isn’t, and that’s something to celebrate, but this update isn’t so much about me as it is about my former in-laws and a little bit about Alex’s ex. By the time he got out of prison, his ex had already moved on, which I loved because it’s basically what she did with me, except I was in a coma and she was in prison.
And if anyone deserved to be dumped, it was her, especially since she went to prison for assaulting her boyfriend. Do you think she took that news well? If anyone thinks so, they’re wrong. Her ex also had a restraining order against him, but since he only went to talk to her ex and nothing serious happened, he only got a warning.
Although “talking” is an understatement for what she did, because she had a lot to say about her ex’s new girlfriend, who, in the words of Erika, my ex’s friend, had a better-looking butt than her face. For context, Erika is a girl you’d call beautiful if you saw her in real life.
So there were a lot of things that bothered my ex about that. Then there are her parents. When she got out, she needed to have a place to stay and inform her probation officer. Actually, she started working on that before she even got out, and her parents told her that she couldn’t get one of her friends to let her stay at her place, which pretty much tells you what a crazy friend she is.
That’s why she’s single, and I think she’s the most like Alex, but I’m not single either, so I guess that makes me crazy too. However, Alex wanted her parents to let her come home. She thought the communication barrier of prison was what prevented them from allowing her to return in the first place.
Although, according to my former in-laws, now friends and soup suppliers, there was no barrier. That woman wasn’t going to set foot in their house. She went to their house, just like she did with me, and tried to reason with them. When their parents told her to leave, saying they would call the police and it wouldn’t look good for her probation, she left.
But from then on, the harassment began. Calls at all hours to their parents’ house. Handwritten letters left at the door and messages. Finally, their parents filed a report, and she had to spend a few days in jail until her friend paid her bail. Or so I think. The worst part is that even though she violated her probation, it’s not enough to send her back.
The jails are overcrowded or something, and she doesn’t seem to be that dangerous, so to speak. Even so, it’s been almost a month and a half since we’ve heard from her, and we hope it stays that way. My former in-laws visited recently and even brought soup. It was a nice reunion, and we’re keeping in touch.
It’s still early for me to visit the old city, but I’m open to it. As for me, I’ve moved out, bought my own place, and life is picking up right where I left off after my first post. I lied about being single, but I didn’t want to say I was in a relationship when we’re just getting to know each other.
There’s not much you need to know about me anyway, since I’ve already told you everything. Like the crazy ex-wife who abandoned me in the hospital and the three yachts in my duck pond. You know the typical pickup lines everyone uses.