02/22/2026
My husband suddenly started insisting we go to church every weekend — when I learned his true reason, I filed for divorce.
My husband Brian and I have never gone to church in the entire 12 years we've been together and 10 years of marriage. Not for Easter. Not for Christmas. Never. We're not religious people.
We have a nine-year-old daughter, Kiara, and our Sundays were always simple—sleep in, pancakes, cartoons, maybe a grocery run if we felt productive.
So when Brian suddenly started insisting we go to church every weekend, I thought he was joking.
He wasn't.
At first, he blamed work. He said he was stressed, burned out, tired of feeling like he was always carrying everything. Then he told me something that actually sounded… sincere.
"I feel really good when I'm there," he said. "I like the message from the pastor. It's positive. And I want something we can do as a family. Community. A reset."
I didn't want to be the wife who shuts down a healthy coping mechanism. So I supported him.
And just like that, church became our new normal.
Every Sunday, we'd get dressed, sit in the same row, smile at the same people. Kiara doodled on the little kids' bulletin while Brian nodded along like he'd been raised there.
Honestly? It seemed fine.
Until one Sunday after service, right before we left, Brian stopped in the parking lot and said, "Wait in the car. I just need to run to the bathroom."
Ten minutes passed.
That felt long.
I called him. No answer. I texted. Nothing.
Kiara started asking questions, and that uneasy feeling crept into my stomach — the one you get when something is off but you don't know why yet.
I asked one of the church sisters to keep an eye on Kiara for five minutes, then I went inside to find him.
He wasn't in the bathroom.
But as I turned back into the hallway, I spotted him through a half-open window — out in the church garden, talking to someone.
And with the window cracked, I could hear every word. Read full story⬇️