My Ex Husband’s New Girlfriend Found My Number to Ask Me Just One Question — When I Read Her Text, I Was Stunned

My story is about how my ex-husband’s girlfriend realized a truth about him that I grew too comfortable with while married to him. With one important question, his new girlfriend taught me a valuable lesson about self-love after reaching out unexpectedly.

I’ve been divorced for five years now, and it’s been an interesting journey navigating life post-marriage. My ex-husband, Ben, 48, and I, 45, were together for 13 years and had two wonderful kids. Even after our split, we’ve managed to stay on good terms.

A mother with two children | Source: Pexels

A mother with two children | Source: Pexels

We co-parent effectively despite our marriage having its ups and downs. Ben and I are best friends and have also maintained a friendship that surprises most people. Our divorce wasn’t messy; we simply wanted different things out of life.

Yesterday was our eldest’s 16th birthday, and we decided to celebrate with a family dinner. Ben has been seeing someone new, a woman named Lisa, for about four months. He told me about her as soon as their relationship got serious.

Someone's birthday party | Source: Pexels

Someone’s birthday party | Source: Pexels

Transparency was part of our agreement to keep things open and honest for the sake of our children. He asked if he could bring Lisa to the birthday dinner, and while I wasn’t thrilled as I would have preferred to meet her one-on-one first, I didn’t want to cause any drama or be intrusive. So, I agreed.

On that fateful day, I finally got to meet Lisa who was friendly, and eager to make a good impression, which was a relief. I preferred her to be a good person if she was going to be around my children.

Two women clinking glasses | Source: Pexels

Two women clinking glasses | Source: Pexels

She’s got a kind smile and she immediately struck up a conversation with me about the kids’ school and activities. I could tell she was trying hard to fit in, which I appreciated.

As the evening went on, I noticed how attentive Lisa was to Ben. It was sweet but also a little unsettling because I never saw that side of him during our marriage. I chalked it up to new relationship energy and tried to focus on the kids and the celebration.

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A happy couple bonding | Source: Pexels

Halfway through dinner, things got weird when my eldest handed me a birthday card from her father. This caught me off guard because my birthday was months ago. No one usually remembers it, and Ben has never been one to recall such occasions.

Don’t get me wrong, my children’s father is a great man. But he’s really terrible with things like anniversaries, birthdays, or any special occasions. During all the years we were together, Ben never got me a present or card.

Someone lighting the candles on a birthday cake | Source: Pexels

Someone lighting the candles on a birthday cake | Source: Pexels

It was also my responsibility to handle events like the kids’ birthdays, Christmas, and more. I don’t know if I was wrong for this, but his forgetfulness didn’t bother me. I thanked my daughter, feeling touched by the gesture.

Lisa, sitting across from me, saw my surprise. I had assumed she’d made him get it, but then I noticed how she was giving me these funny looks. Unsure what they meant, I decided to mingle with other guests to avoid the awkwardness.

A woman holding a card | Source: Freepik

A woman holding a card | Source: Freepik

But, Lisa somehow managed to get my attention. “Ben mentioned he’s not great with birthdays,” she said with a chuckle. “He forgot mine a few weeks ago. Is it intentional?”

I laughed, remembering all the missed anniversaries and forgotten special days. “I have no idea, Lisa, but 13 years of marriage and two kids wasn’t the benchmark because he never really got the hang of it,” I replied. “It’s just who he is.”

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Two women talking | Source: Pexels

Lisa seemed disappointed and tried to hide it, but I thought nothing of it and wandered off to talk to other guests. I decided to shift the conversation to something lighter and talked about family plans and the upcoming holidays. The rest of the evening went smoothly, and we all parted ways with smiles and hugs.

Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, I received a text from an unknown number. It was my ex’s new girlfriend. “Hi, this is Lisa. I got your number from Ben. I hope it’s okay to text you. I wanted to ask you something.”

A woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

A woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

Curious, I replied, “Sure, what’s up?”

Her response came quickly and when I read it, I was STUNNED. She hadn’t gotten over our brief conversation earlier and was asking if Ben’s forgetfulness of special occasions was something that could be fixed. “I know this might seem odd because we touched on it earlier, but I need to know…”

“…Does Ben ever improve when it comes to birthdays and anniversaries? I don’t want to make a big deal out of it if it’s something that won’t change.” I stared at my phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to warn her, to tell her not to ever expect much.

A shocked woman reacting to something on her phone | Source: Freepik

A shocked woman reacting to something on her phone | Source: Freepik

But another part of me debated whether to give Ben a heads-up as it seemed like this was a serious issue for his new girlfriend and that she expected more attention to such things. Yet, a part of me resented having to teach him to be better about something he never tried with me.

I also felt like it wasn’t my place to interfere. After a moment, I typed back, “Honestly, he’s my ex for a reason. I can’t say if he’ll change or not, and I’m not going to have the answers you need.” I continued, “It’s something you’ll have to figure out together. Lovely meeting you, though.”

A woman texting on her phone | Source: Pexels

A woman texting on her phone | Source: Pexels

Months went by without much thought about that night. Then, one evening, Ben called me out of the blue. “Lisa and I broke up,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“She kept making a big deal out of nothing, busy complaining about birthdays and anniversaries. I told her it’s not something I care about, and she just wouldn’t let it go,” he said, sounding furious.

“It turned into this huge argument when I forgot our anniversary, and she left,” he explained, his voice tinged with annoyance.

A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt as I wondered if I could’ve helped them if I had been more supportive of Lisa when she texted me. “Ben, did she tell you it was important to her?” I asked, feeling like my responses to Lisa played a part in their breakup.

He was silent for a moment. “She told me on many occasions that such things were important to her.”

“But WHO CARES! You never made it a big deal,” he said defensively.

Tired of coddling him, I said, “Well, sir, and that’s why we divorced.”

An upset woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

An upset woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“That’s mean, Kim,” my ex replied, sounding sad.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I stopped trying because I knew it wouldn’t matter to you,” I replied calmly. “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t important to me. Or to her. You have to meet people halfway.”

Ben grumbled something under his breath, and I could tell he wasn’t ready to accept that truth. We ended the call on a neutral note, and I sat there, thinking about Lisa. She deserved someone who would appreciate her efforts and reciprocate her feelings.

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An upset woman thinking | Source: Pexels

A few days later, I bumped into Lisa at the grocery store. She looked tired but managed a smile when she saw me. “Hi, how are you?” she asked politely.

“I’m good, thanks. How about you?” I replied, genuinely concerned.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted. “Ben and I broke up.”

“I heard,” I said softly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

She sighed. “I couldn’t deal with feeling unimportant. I tried to explain it to him, but he didn’t seem to care.”

Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

I nodded, understanding her frustration all too well. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t value what you do. You deserve someone who will.”

Lisa smiled sadly. “Thanks. I appreciate that. I guess I hoped he could change.”

“Change is hard for some people,” I said gently. “But don’t lose hope. You’ll find someone who values you.”

Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

Two women at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

We parted ways, and I felt a strange sense of closure. Lisa’s struggle mirrored my past frustrations, but it also highlighted how much I had grown since my marriage ended. I had learned to accept Ben’s flaws, but I also realized that I deserved more than what he was willing to give.

That evening, I sat down with my children and talked about their dad. I wanted them to understand that while he had his shortcomings, he loved them deeply. We laughed about his forgetfulness and shared stories of the good times we had as a family.

A mother bonding with her child | Source: Pexels

A mother bonding with her child | Source: Pexels

As I reflected on everything, I felt a deep sense of peace. I had moved on from the hurt and disappointment and was ready to embrace whatever the future held. I hoped Lisa would find the happiness she deserved, and I knew that I had done the right thing by not getting too involved in their relationship.

In the end, it wasn’t about birthdays or anniversaries. It was about finding someone who truly valued and appreciated you for who you are. I did not doubt that Lisa would find that person someday, and I knew I was finally content with my own life.

A woman thinking | Source: Pexels

A woman thinking | Source: Pexels

As I looked at my children, I felt grateful for the love and joy they brought into my life. We had our good and bad moments, but we were a family, and that was what mattered most. And as for Ben, I hoped he would eventually learn to value the important things in life.

For now, I was happy. I had my kids, friends, and a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. And that was more than enough.

Two children bonding | Source: Pexels

Two children bonding | Source: Pexels

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Husband Told Me to Move Into the Guest Room So His Mom Could Have Our Bed

When Phoebe’s mother-in-law moves in for the week, she doesn’t just take the guest room. No, she takes Phoebe’s entire bedroom. And her husband, Jake, lets it happen. But if they want to treat her like a guest in her own home, she’ll show them exactly what checking out looks like.

I was actually excited when Doreen announced she was coming to stay for a week.

I fluffed the pillows in the guest room, put out fresh towels, and even stocked the bathroom with lavender-scented soap because I was feeling extra generous.

A beautiful guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A beautiful guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

To top it off, I made her a batch of scones and cranberry and chocolate muffins. I was on my A-game.

This was my mother-in-law, after all. I wanted her to feel welcome.

What I didn’t realize, though, was that she was planning a hostile takeover.

Food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I came home from work thinking that Doreen would have made us dinner. Secretly, I was hoping for her delicious stew and homemade rolls.

But it turned out that she had something else cooking.

I got into the quiet house, and stepped into my room, wanting to change into sweatpants and a sweater.

A pot of stew | Source: Midjourney

A pot of stew | Source: Midjourney

But instead of finding my room as it should have been, I found Doreen.

She was standing in the middle of my bedroom, happily unpacking her suitcase…

While tossing my clothes on the floor!

An older woman standing in front of a closet | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing in front of a closet | Source: Midjourney

My dresses? Crumpled into a heap.

My shoes? Shoved into laundry baskets.

Her things? Neatly hung up in my closet like she owned the place.

For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.

A pile of clothing on the floor | Source: Midjourney

A pile of clothing on the floor | Source: Midjourney

This woman hadn’t just taken over the room, she had erased me from it.

“Oh! Good. You’re back, Phoebe!” she chirped, barely glancing at me. “Be a sweetheart and move your stuff to the guest room, would you? There’s hardly any space in here with all my things.”

I just stared at her, still trying to understand how we got here.

Then Jake walked in, carrying her second suitcase like some hotel bellhop.

A shocked woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Pheebs,” he said, like this was all completely normal. “Can you clear out of the room? Mom needs to rest. She’s had a long flight. You can set up in the guest room for the week. I’ll be in my office because you know my back can’t handle the guest room bed.”

There was my husband, talking to me like I was the intruder. Like I was someone he could just push around. Like my name wasn’t on the mortgage.

“I’m sorry, what?” I blinked. “You were saying?”

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Jake sighed deeply. It was like I was being difficult.

“Come on, Phoebe, it’s not a big deal, babe.”

He set Doreen’s suitcase down at the foot of my bed and straightened up.

“Mom is used to better accommodations, and we want her to be comfortable. It’s only a week, Phoebe. You’ll survive the guest room.”

A suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I’d survive the guest room? I couldn’t believe that this was coming from Jake. Moments ago, he had complained about the bed in the guest room, and now I was supposed to go in there and sleep like everything was fine?

What about what I was used to? What about… me?

I turned back to Doreen. She had already settled onto my bed, propped up against my pillows, scrolling on her phone like a queen in her palace.

“Honestly, dear,” Doreen said, not even looking up from her phone. “It’s the least you could do. Family takes care of family, after all.”

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

I felt something hot and bitter rise in my throat.

Family.

Funny how “family” only applies when I’m the one being inconvenienced.

“So let me get this straight,” I said. My voice came out calm, steady. “Your solution to having a guest in our home… was to move me out of my own bedroom?”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“I literally just walked in and found my clothes in a pile on the floor,” I cut in, my voice sharper now.

I turned to Doreen.

“Did it ever even cross your mind to just, oh, I don’t know, stay in the guest room? I had it set up for you, too.”

Doreen finally looked at me, her expression shifting into something condescending and sickly sweet.

“Oh, honey. The guest room is far too small for me, Phoebe. It’s perfectly fine for you, though.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, is it?” I laughed.

I actually laughed out loud.

Jake shot me a warning look.

“Phoebe, let’s not make this a thing. Please.”

I looked at my husband. Like, I really looked at him.

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

The way he wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. The way he stood there, not on my side. The way he had known this was happening and didn’t think I deserved a conversation about it.

My chest felt tight.

This wasn’t just about the bed. It wasn’t even about the room. It was about respect and me realizing that I didn’t have any from them.

And suddenly?

A woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I was done.

I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue. I just smiled.

Then, I walked to the guest room. Jake thought I was moving into the guest room?

Oh, I was moving, all right.

I grabbed a suitcase and packed a few essentials. I took some clothes, my toiletries, and my laptop. Then, I wrote a very special note and left it on the guest room nightstand.

A gray suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A gray suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Since you two clearly have everything under control at home, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your week together. I’ll be back when the house feels like mine again.

Best of luck!

Then, I picked up my purse, turned my phone on silent, and walked out of the front door.

A note on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

A note on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t go to my sister’s. I didn’t go to a friend’s.

Nah. There was no need for any of that.

Instead, I checked myself into a luxury hotel across town. I made sure that there was a spa, room service, and a king-sized bed that no one could try to steal out from under me.

And because life is all about balance, I booked it all on Jake’s credit card.

The interior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney

The steam curled around me, thick and warm, as I sank deeper into the plush chair of the relaxation lounge. Somewhere in the background, soft instrumental music played.

It was the kind of music that was designed to melt stress away.

“Your water, ma’am,” a soft voice said to my side. “It’s cucumber and lemon infused.”

I had been in the spa for hours. Wrapped in a robe. Slippers on my feet. And nothing but peace around me.

And yet?

A glass of lemon and cucumber water | Source: Midjourney

A glass of lemon and cucumber water | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t relax.

The whole point of this, leaving my home and checking into a hotel, was to enjoy myself. To wash the situation off me like a bad dream.

But instead, I sat thinking about it all and how it had unfolded.

I exhaled slowly, staring down at my hands.

Why did it hurt so much?

A woman sitting in a spa | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a spa | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just about my bedroom or about Doreen. It was about Jake.

It was about the way he had looked at me when I walked into that room. Like I was being unreasonable. Like I was the one making things difficult.

He had asked me to move like it was a favor. Like I wasn’t his wife, who deserved the same care and attention that his mother had received.

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard, pressing my fingertips against my temples.

For years, I had been accommodating. For years, I had let Doreen’s little jabs and subtle insults roll off my back. For years, I had told myself that “she didn’t mean it like that. Don’t make a big deal about it.”

And now?

Now she had tossed my clothes on the floor and made herself at home in my bedroom.

And Jake had let her!

I squeezed my eyes shut.

A woman at a spa | Source: Midjourney

A woman at a spa | Source: Midjourney

I married Jake because I thought he saw me. Because I thought he valued me. But today had proved something I didn’t want to admit.

I was an afterthought in Jake’s life.

I clenched my jaw and sat up straighter.

No.

I wasn’t going to sit here drowning in this. I wasn’t going to let this spiral into something that ate me alive.

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

I had left for a reason. And I had made my point. And if Jake wanted me back in that house, he was going to have to understand exactly why I left in the first place.

I took a slow sip of my water, letting the coolness settle in my chest.

For now?

I was going to finish my spa day.

But soon?

I was going to have a conversation Jake would never forget.

A woman having a spa treatment | Source: Midjourney

A woman having a spa treatment | Source: Midjourney

I walked through the front door of my house, dropped my bag onto the entryway table, and let the silence settle around me.

It smelled clean, like lemon-scented polish and fabric softener. Like someone had been desperately trying to make the house feel normal again.

Good.

A foyer | Source: Midjourney

A foyer | Source: Midjourney

I had only made it three steps into the living room before I saw him.

Jake was already waiting.

His arms were crossed, jaw tight. His dark circles told me that he hadn’t been sleeping well.

Good.

“Phoebe, you’re back,” he said, his voice unreadable.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“I live here, Jake,” I said simply.

Something flickered in his expression, but he masked it quickly.

“Well, thanks for finally coming home.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Did my absence inconvenience you?”

“You didn’t have to leave.”

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

I laughed.

“I didn’t?” I gestured toward the bedroom. “Jake, you and your mother literally kicked me out of my own bed. You didn’t ask. You didn’t suggest. You told me.”

He sighed.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?” I challenged. “Because from where I was standing, it looked a hell of a lot like you were telling me I didn’t belong in my own damn home.”

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

Silence.

I could see my husband fighting with himself, wanting to defend his actions but also knowing I was right.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he said finally.

I nodded slowly, absorbing the words. There it was.

“You didn’t think it was a big deal?” I repeated. “Of course, you didn’t. Because it wasn’t your bed being taken—you willingly gave it. Your clothes weren’t thrown to the floor, your cupboard was perfectly untouched…”

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

He flinched.

“Jake, you stood there and watched while she erased me from our space. You just let it happen.”

“That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his expression finally cracking under the pressure.

“But it’s what you did.”

He swallowed, looking down. And for the first time, I could see it. The weight of everything sinking in.

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“I thought I was keeping the peace,” he said.

We were both silent for a while.

“She left early, you know,” he said. “She said that she needed the cooking and cleaning to be done if she was going to be relaxed. She couldn’t handle the fact that she needed to do it.”

“I know,” I said. “I didn’t expect her to stick around long after I left. She just wanted to be waited on.”

A glum woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A glum woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“She crossed a line in this house, Phoebe,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah, Jake,” I said, holding his gaze. “She did. And so did you.”

He looked down again, nodding slightly.

For the first time since I had walked in, I saw it. The realization.

Not just that he had messed up. But why.

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

When he finally met my eyes again, he looked exhausted.

“I hate that you felt like you had to leave,” he admitted.

“I hate that I wasn’t made to feel like I could stay,” I continued.

Silence.

I watched him for a moment, gauging the sincerity. He meant it.

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Good.”

“I’ll order takeout,” he said after a pause.

“Fine with me, Jake,” I said.

Then I walked past him toward our bedroom, where my clothes were back in place. Where my things were neatly put away. And where, finally, I belonged again.

Indian takeout on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Indian takeout on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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