During the Divorce My Husband Gave My Fur Baby to an Animal Shelter, Unaware It Would Leave Him Penniless
I was saddened when, after our divorce, my spouse abandoned my golden retriever, Bailey, in a shelter. He had no idea how much that brutal deed would cost him and reveal his well guarded secrets.
Bailey was more than simply a canine. She was my family, my bulwark during the turmoil of my dissolving marriage. And Adam started a series of events he never could have predicted when he attempted to take her away from me.
Marriage is meant to be a collaboration, a connection in which both spouses support one another. However, I felt like I was carrying two people’s burdens while I was with Adam. And it became heavier every day due to his greed.
Adam was everything I believed I wanted when we first met. He was affable, considerate, and perceptive. He even pretended to adore Bailey, my dog.
However, the fissures started to show after we got married.
Initially, these were minor issues like complaining about the cost of Bailey’s veterinary bills, ignoring home responsibilities, and refusing to help with groceries. But as time passed, his actual character became apparent.
He was more concerned with accumulating wealth than creating a life with her.
“Adam, Bailey needs her vaccinations,” I stated one evening while carrying a veterinarian’s bill.
He said, hardly raising his eyes from his laptop, “Do we really need to spend so much on a dog?”
I retorted, “She’s not just a dog,” “She’s family.”
“She’s your dog, Eliza,” he said absently. “Not mine!”
Adam was that person. When he wanted something, he was generous with words, but frugal with things that needed actual work.
I believed that I would finally be free of his deceptive tactics when I filed for divorce. Adam, however, wasn’t done exacting revenge.
He ejected me from the house throughout the procedures. The same location that I had spent years helping to maintain. He even forbade me from taking Bailey.
“PLEASE, GIVE ME BACK MY DOG!” I begged. “I own her! “She is a member of my family.”
His words were, “I don’t care,”
I sobbed, “You can’t keep her,” “We were together before we were married! This is unfair.
“Too bad,” he murmured icily. “She’s on my property now.”
His heart was as hard as stone, despite my entreaties for him to change his mind.
When I discovered Bailey on the street, I was shocked to learn that this was the same man who had assisted me in getting her to the veterinarian. I vividly recall every detail of that evening.
The night I met Adam and my life was forever altered.
As I ran through the park on my way home, the rain came down in sheets, soaking everything in my path. Then it came to me: a quiet whine.
I came to a halt and, peering through the rain, noticed a little, quivering figure beneath a bench.
“Oh my God,” I crouchingly whispered.
A small golden retriever puppy looked up at me with beseeching eyes, soaked and shivering.
I whispered, “Hey, sweetheart,” as I carefully lifted her.
My heart ached for her, and her body was weak and chilly. I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to assist her as I stood there in the rain.
Adam showed up at that point.
I was startled when a voice said, “Need some help?”
A man with an umbrella was jogging toward me when I turned around. Even though the rain had plastered his hair to his forehead, he gave me a loving smile and glanced at the puppy in my arms.
I murmured, “She’s freezing,” in a tremulous voice. “I don’t know where to take her.”
Adam made no hesitation. “Let’s take her to a veterinarian, please. Just over there is my automobile.
I was hesitant at first, but his gentle manner and the seriousness of the matter persuaded me.
“Okay,” I said in a whisper. “Thank you.”
We hurried to his car while he held the umbrella over us, and I gently placed the puppy on my lap.
Adam talked to me to ease my anxiety on the drive, inquiring about the puppy and where I had located her.
We collaborated to get Bailey the attention she required at the veterinary facility. After examining her, the veterinarian provided her with some warm blankets.
The veterinarian reassured us, “She’s malnourished, but nothing a bit of love and care won’t fix,”
Adam smiled and turned to face me. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend.”
Relieved, I returned the smile. “I think you’re right.”
Adam gave me a ride home after the visit. “If you need anything for her like supplies, advice, or anything else… just give me a call, okay?” he asked to me as we pulled up to my apartment.
I thanked him for his assistance and he gave me his phone.
Adam and I continued to communicate throughout the ensuing weeks.
He visited to see how Bailey was doing, gave advice on how to take care of the puppy, and even dropped her supplies. Our friendship quickly developed into more than just that.
He made it obvious that he loved Bailey when we first started dating. That’s what I believed, anyway.
He took pictures, played catch with her, and even mentioned how much fun it would be to start a family someday. He and the prospect of starting a life together captivated me.
The next year, we were married.
I believed I had found my happily ever after when I and Bailey moved into his home. Everything appeared to be ideal at first. However, as the months went by, I began to see weaknesses in Adam’s endearing exterior.
As time went on, I came to see that he was not the man he had feigned.
Not that I didn’t make an effort to keep our marriage intact. Yes, I did. He would make vacuous pledges to change when I challenged him numerous times, but nothing ever changed.
I was exhausted on an emotional level by the time I filed for divorce. My only choice seemed to be to leave.
Then he refused to return Bailey to me and threw me out. I was unaware that he had already made the decision to fire her.
He dropped Bailey off to a shelter after taking her there. When he told me that, I was shocked.
“How could you do this?” I called him and screamed at him. “Are you for real, Adam?”
Unaware that he would soon come to regret his choice, he simply chuckled and hung up.
I kept thinking about her huddled up in a corner over the course of the following few days, wondering why I hadn’t been there. Regardless of the consequences, I resolved to find my little baby.
Armed with photos of her adorable golden face, I called, emailed, and visited every animal shelter within a hundred miles.
I didn’t want to give up even though every day without her felt like another layer of heartache. When I realized I couldn’t do the search, I contacted John, a private investigator.
When we initially met, he stated, “Lost pets aren’t my usual line of work,” “However, I have a thing for dogs. I will locate her for you.
Weeks dragged on for what seemed like forever. Every day without news felt heavier than the last, despite my best efforts to remain optimistic. Then my phone rang one day.
According to John, “Ma’am,” “I found your dog!”
I gasped. “You… you discovered her? “Where is she?”
He went on to say, “She’s safe, but that’s not all,” “You can win this divorce and leave your husband with nothing if you know certain facts. Pay close attention to what I have to say.
With my heart pounding, I held the phone tightly.
He explained how he would assist me in getting Bailey back, but he also alluded to something far more significant that was simmering beneath the surface. But for the time being, he was focused on getting me back together with my pet.
He stated, “The shelter’s an hour away,” “She has been adopted, but her information is on file. To find out the specifics of the new owners, you will need to speak with them.
I wasted no time at all. I grabbed my keys and drove directly to the shelter, feeling both anxious and hopeful.
The woman at the front desk gave me a file when I got there. A picture of Bailey with her expressive eyes gazing back at me was within.
The woman said, “A couple adopted her last week.” “We can’t give you their address, but we can pass along a message if you’d like.”
“Please,” I murmured in a shaky voice. “Tell them I’d like to meet and explain everything.”
The couple called me a few days later. My anxiety were in full swing when I got to the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet me.
I broke down in tears as I told them my story, sitting across from them, about how Bailey entered my life and how much she meant to me.
“She’s not just a dog,” I said, my eyes welling with tears. “She’s my family.”
The pair exchanged knowing glances as they listened carefully. At last, the woman touched my hand with her hand across the table.
She said, “We can see how much you love her,” “And as much as we’ve grown attached to her, we know she belongs with you.”
I couldn’t speak. As they gave me the paperwork and Bailey’s leash, I felt a wave of gratitude and relief.
Bailey barked as though to ask, “What took you so long?” and her tail waggled wildly when I got her back.
I gave her a deep hug and assured her that she would never experience abandonment again.
The surprises didn’t end there, though.
John told me over the phone that after looking into Adam’s accounts, he had discovered a wealth of dishonesty.
As it turns out, Adam had been concealing assets during the divorce, such as a lavish house he had bought in his mother’s name to avoid having it included on the marital documents.
His financial records were examined by an accountant I hired, and the results were awful. Our combined marital account provided the down payment on the house, and we were using our marital funds to pay off the mortgage.
Adam lost faith after my lawyer’s presentation of the evidence in court. He looked at me, but I simply rolled my eyes.
His attempts at deceit were not well received by the judge. He received severe punishment, and I received a sizeable share of the house’s worth.
How did I handle the settlement, you ask? For Bailey, I purchased a comfortable modest home with a large yard.
While I simply gaze at her with joy and appreciation, she now spends her days rolling in the grass and chasing squirrels.
Her calm breathing serves as a reminder of what really counts every night as she rolls up next to me. Love and a little perseverance may pull life back together even when it falls apart.
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