Tom and I, Anna, had been squeezing pennies like crazy for months. This was all because my husband had his sights set on a beautiful new sports automobile that he had been admiring. Money was limited, so I had to put all of my personal desires on hold.

That meant refraining from renewing my clothes. It meant I couldn’t even upgrade my makeup or underwear collection. We were in full savings mode, so even minor purchases were out of the question.

Two days ago, when cleaning up the living room, I discovered Tom’s phone needed to be charged. As soon as I picked it up, a notification appeared. I typically respect his privacy, but the screen showed a preview of a photo pop-up that drew my attention.

When I looked closely at the image, I discovered it was my own underwear drawer! I unlocked his phone out of curiosity. I found myself going through a group chat featuring his closest buddies.

There, alongside a photo of my plain, utilitarian underwear, was my husband’s comment. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I read him saying he “doesn’t remember marrying a granny.” The caption for the post read, “Check out Anna’s granny panties!”

The message was met with a rush of laughing emojis and taunting remarks from his buddies. My heart just dropped! I was humiliated, hurt, and felt completely betrayed. I couldn’t believe it! My spouse was insulting me among his pals!

They’d written comments like, “Does your mother know Anna has her underwear?” as well “Well that underwear is surely a mood killer in the bedroom.” I couldn’t keep reading the remarks from his buddies as they got worse.