I married a man after dating briefly, thinking we’d be happy. Will, 29, was a newly widowed man with two kids, Tamara and Nick. Our romance was fast, and he introduced me to his kids within days of our meeting. Although strange, he insisted I was “the one” for him and his children.

A year later, we married, including special vows to the children. But soon after, Will pushed all childcare, cooking, and household responsibilities onto me, justifying his behavior with excuses like, “You’re so good with them.”

His free time was spent on video games or with friends, while I juggled work and home. He dismissed my exhaustion, saying, “I deserve to relax.” His attitude turned disrespectful, and his kids began mimicking him, treating me like a servant. I realized our marriage was a mistake but felt bound by my promises to the children.

After a few years, the strain became unbearable, and I filed for divorce. I left a note for Will and the kids, explaining my need to leave. The divorce was bitter, but I walked away with little more than what I brought into the marriage.

Fifteen years later, I received a call from Tamara, now 25. She expressed gratitude, saying, “You were the main mother figure we remember.” Meeting Tamara and Nick again, I was filled with pride and regret. Despite everything, they had grown into wonderful adults.

Seeing them thriving made me question if leaving was right. Yet, perhaps stepping away allowed me to leave a lasting, positive influence. Did I do the right thing? What would you have done?