She reminded him, gently at first, then more firmly, that creating children was not something she had done alone. “I reminded him it takes two to tango, and creating a kid is not just my fault.”
He didn’t answer. The next morning, reality hit harder than any argument.
“I woke up with screaming and crying kids begging their father not to go,” she wrote. He had packed overnight. Suitcase by the door.
Shoes on. Keys in hand. “My 3-year-old is hugging his father’s luggage and crying,” she said.
“And his face is stoic.”
In that moment, something inside her broke—and something else hardened. “By then, I knew I was stupid to commit the mistake of marrying him.”
The grief was sharp, but clarity followed. “It may be hard as I am pregnant right now,” she concluded, “but I got a full-time job, and we do have a nanny and supportive family, and friends.”
She wasn’t alone, even if her husband chose to leave.
“It is best if he goes,” she wrote. “I do not need another baby to take care of.”
For her, the twins growing inside her were not the end of her life—but the beginning of a new one. One built not on promises spoken years ago, but on strength, support, and the resolve to protect her children—even if it meant letting their father walk away.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental.
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