Husband Threatened to Cheat If I Didn’t Dress up and Wear Makeup at Home – Karma Took Care of It
Alison thought her marriage was unshakable, but Harold’s ultimatum to either dress up at home or risk being cheated on shattered her sense of security. As his plan to humiliate her backfired spectacularly, Alison discovered a powerful lesson in self-worth and karma that changed her life forever.
Have you ever seen karma doing all the work for you? Well, I experienced something similar, and I’m ready to spill that story today. I’m Alison. I’m a 35-year-old woman who has always taken good care of herself, and I honestly never thought my husband had a problem with my appearance.
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I love going to the gym, getting facials, and generally just pampering myself. I enjoy looking good, but I also believe in being comfortable at home. My go-to look at home is silk pajamas, and I think they look pretty good on me. I don’t usually bother with makeup or heels unless I’m heading out for work or a night with friends.
My husband, Harold, and I have been married for ten years. We met through mutual friends, and our relationship has had its ups and downs, just like any other. But lately, there’s been this persistent underlying tension.
A woman looks thoughtful while sitting with her husband in their living room | Source: Midjourney
Harold has always been the kind of man who enjoys showing off a beautiful wife, and I used to appreciate his compliments. But something changed along the way…
A few weeks ago, I was getting ready for a friend’s birthday dinner. I was in the middle of applying my makeup when Harold walked into the bathroom. He saw me and just lost it.
“Why do you only look this good when you’re going out?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned against the doorframe. “You never dress up like this for me at home.”
A husband talking to his wife who’s dressed up for a friend’s birthday dinner | Source: Midjourney
I paused, mascara wand in hand, and turned to face him. “I dress comfortably at home because I want to be comfortable,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. “You know I love my pajamas.”
His face twisted with frustration. “It’s like you don’t care about looking good for me anymore. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
I sighed, setting down the mascara. “Harold, I do care. But I also believe in being comfortable at home. We both should.”
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He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “If you don’t start dressing up and wearing makeup at home, I’m going to find someone who appreciates me and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from seeing her behind your back. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I was floored. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him in disbelief.
“Who does that?” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking with anger and hurt.
But instead of blowing up at him, I decided to play it cool. I took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, “Perfect, go on.”
A woman dressed up for a friend’s birthday dinner | Source: Midjourney
His eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his face. “What do you mean?”
I grabbed his phone from the counter and handed it to him. “Let’s make you a profile on a dating app. If that’s what you want, let’s do it right.”
Harold’s shock turned into a smug grin as if he’d just won some twisted game. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” I replied, my voice steady now. “If you think you can find someone better, go ahead.”
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As I tapped away on his phone, creating his profile, he watched me with amusement and curiosity. “You know, most women would be freaking out right now.”
I shrugged. “I’m not most women. If this is what you need to feel appreciated, who am I to stop you?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I didn’t expect this reaction.”
I handed him his phone back, his new profile staring up at him from the screen. “There you go. Happy hunting.”
Harold looked at the phone, then back at me. “You know, I was just trying to get a reaction out of you.”
A surprised man holding a smartphone | Source: Midjourney
“Well, you got one,” I said, turning back to the mirror to finish my makeup. “But not the one you expected.”
He stood there for a moment, silent, before finally leaving the bathroom. As I continued getting ready, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of empowerment. If Harold thought he could control me with threats, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t about to let his insecurities dictate how I lived my life.
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I finished my makeup, put on my dress, and grabbed my purse. As I walked out of the house, I glanced at Harold, who was busy scrolling through his phone.
“I’m off to dinner. Don’t wait up.”
He looked up, his expression unreadable. “Have fun,” he said, his voice unusually soft.
I nodded and left, the cool evening air hitting my face as I stepped outside. I felt a surge of emotions: hurt and anger, but also a strange sense of liberation. If Harold wanted to play games, I was ready. But he had no idea what he was up against.
A woman ready to leave for her friend’s birthday dinner | Source: Midjourney
For two weeks, Harold eagerly checked his phone, waiting for those matches to roll in. Every evening, he’d sit on the couch, his face glued to the screen, fingers scrolling and swiping with increasing frustration. But guess what? Zero. Nada. Not a single match.
“Any luck today?” I asked one evening, unable to hide the smirk on my face.
He grunted, his jaw clenched. “It’s not like I care about this stupid app anyway.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Sure, Harold. Whatever you say.”
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The frustration in him was palpable, growing stronger with each passing day. He’d stare at his phone, then throw it aside with a huff, muttering under his breath. I could see the tension building up, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
One night, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he threw his phone onto the coffee table in a fit of rage. “Still no matches?” I teased, wiping a tear from my eye.
“Shut up, Alison,” he snapped, his eyes flashing with irritation. “You think this is funny?”
I shrugged, trying to contain my laughter. “A little, yeah.”
A woman laughs while looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney
That was the final straw for Harold. Determined to turn the tables, he decided to create a profile for me using what he thought were my worst home photos: no makeup, just me in my silk pajamas. He spent an entire evening picking the “perfect” unflattering pictures and crafting a profile he was sure would lead to rejection.
“There,” he said triumphantly, handing me his phone. “Let’s see how you like it.”
I glanced at the profile and then back at him, suppressing a smile. “Alright, let’s see.”
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Within a day, my phone was buzzing non-stop with notifications. Hundreds of matches poured in, each one more enthusiastic than the last. I showed Harold the flood of notifications, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. His face twisted into what could only be termed as disbelief and rage.
“This can’t be real,” he muttered, scrolling through the endless list of matches. “How is this possible?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Seems like there are plenty of people who appreciate me just the way I am.”
An extremely shocked man scrolling through his smartphone | Source: Midjourney
The tension between us reached a boiling point that night. Harold stormed around the house, his anger bubbling over. “This is ridiculous! What do these people see in you?”
“Maybe they see someone who’s genuine,” I shot back, my voice steady. ” Or maybe, they see someone who’s confident in her own skin.”
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “Stop flattering yourself. This doesn’t mean anything.”
“Or maybe it means more than you think,” I replied, crossing my arms. “Maybe it shows that I’m worth more than your petty games.”
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Harold fell silent, his face red with anger and frustration. He had no comeback, no retort. The realization was sinking in, and it was a hard pill for him to swallow.
The next morning, I woke up with a sense of clarity. I packed a bag, the decision crystal clear in my mind. I wasn’t going to stick around and be subjected to Harold’s insecurities and threats any longer. As I headed for the door, Harold watched me, looking shocked and confused.
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“Where are you going?” he demanded, stepping towards me.
“I’m leaving,” I said simply, my voice firm. “I deserve better than this, Harold.”
“Alison, wait,” he pleaded, his tone softening. “Can’t we talk about this?”
I shook my head. “We’ve talked enough. I’ve given you chances, and you’ve shown me your true colors. It’s time for me to move on.”
As I walked out the door, I turned to him one last time. “Seems like there’s plenty of people who appreciate me just the way I am.”
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The look on his face was one I’ll never forget: a combination of regret, anger, and realization. He stood there, speechless, as I walked away.
In the weeks that followed, I focused on myself, rediscovering passions and interests I had long neglected. I reconnected with friends, spent more time at the gym, and even started a new hobby — painting. Each stroke of the brush felt like a step towards healing and reclaiming my sense of self.
A woman making a painting | Source: Pexels
And as for Harold? Well, I heard through the grapevine that he never did find any matches, online or in real life.
The takeaway? Sometimes, karma does its job so well that you don’t need to lift a finger. It was a perfect lesson for him and a reminder to me that self-worth isn’t dictated by someone else’s insecurities.
What do you think, cherished readers? Did I do the right thing by walking out on my husband, especially after everything he put me through? Or could I have handled things a little differently?
A depressed man sitting alone in his room with a glass of wine | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
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