The thought of being a stay-at-home mom scared me. I loved my job and everything about it, but Lily was more important than anything.

Jake was thankful for the sacrifice I made for the sake of Lily, or at least that’s what I thought.

One day, while vacuuming his home office, I noticed his computer was on and his Twitter feed was open. I glanced at the screen and the word “#tradwife” caught my attention.

There were photos of me pulling cookies from the oven, baking, and a lot more.

I always felt like Jake and I were a team. Whenever there was a decision to be made, we worked together, and I believed that was our superpower. Well, it was like that until I learned my husband mocks me in front of his friends and the entire online community.

When our daughter was born, who is autistic and needs the type of attention and care the kindergarten couldn’t provide, Jake and I decided it would be for the best if I quit my high-paying job in marketing and be with Lily.

The thought of being a stay-at-home mom scared me. I loved my job and everything about it, but Lily was more important than anything.

At first, I had a hard time getting used to the new life, but over time, I learned to enjoy the baking, the cooking, and the work around the house.

Jake was thankful for the sacrifice I made for the sake of Lily, or at least that’s what I thought.

One day, while vacuuming his home office, I noticed his computer was on and his Twitter feed was open. I glanced at the screen and the word “#tradwife” caught my attention.

There were photos of me pulling cookies from the oven, baking, and a lot more.

As I scrolled further, I learned my husband mocks me online, presenting me as a cheerful, traditional homemaker who gave up her career willingly and replaced the office for the kitchen.

Photos of me with the apron on kept popping up as I scrolled through his account. Not once did he mention that the real reason behind my decision to be a stay-at-home mom was because of our autistic daughter.

I felt betrayed. Anger settled in my heart.

I took a bunch of screenshots from Jake’s humiliating posts and confronted him.

“Why would you stereotype me for strangers’ likes and comments, Jake?” I asked, crushed.

He tried to defend himself, saying those were just silly posts. He didn’t mean it was anything serious, he just had fun online and never meant to hurt my feelings.

“No, Jake, you disrespected the sacrifice I am making for this family and a simple sorry isn’t enough,” I said, feeling hurt and humiliated.

He took his phone out and deleted his Twitter account, but the damage was already done.

I wanted everyone to know what my husband thought of everything I did for the family so I posted the screenshots of his posts on my Facebook account. “Ever discover your husband mocks you behind your back to his friends?” I captioned the post.

As expected, my friends and family messaged me and called me on the phone to make sure I was okay.

Now, it was Jake who was humiliated for treating me the way he did.

He begged me to forgive him, but I couldn’t, at least not right away.