My Husband Left Me When I Was 8 Months Pregnant For My Best Friend Of 20 Years. He Just Crawled Back After Finding Out Her Baby Isn’t Even His. Should I Let My Mom Throw Another Bucket Of Water On Him?
The Shattered Vow
“Let’s get a divorce.”
Sitting in the living room, my pregnancy at full term, I couldn’t fully comprehend those words coming out of my husband’s mouth. The man who at the altar had sworn to love me for life was asking me for a divorce with a face of absolute shamelessness.
In that instant, betrayed by the person I trusted most, my whole world came crashing down. However, Emily smiled as she signed the divorce papers. What they didn’t know then was that this hellish moment would be the true beginning that would completely change Emily’s life.
My name is Emily, and I am 34 years old. Until 3 years ago, I worked as a manager at a coffee shop for a well-known franchise. It was there that I met my husband, James.
The early days of our marriage were truly happy. On weekends, we would walk hand in hand through our Philadelphia neighborhood. We laughed at any silly thing, and when we entered a coffee shop, we marveled to discover that we both wanted to order the exact same thing.
Back then, I never doubted for a second that he would be my unconditional support for life. But when did everything start to change? James began coming home later and later from work,.
Signs of Distance
At first, I thought he was just very busy. However, even when he was home, our conversations dwindled. We used to sit together on the couch watching TV and chatting about everything, but lately, we each just stared at our own phones.
As my belly grew, so did the distance between us. More and more nights, though we shared a bed, we slept with our backs to each other. Sometimes, half asleep, I would reach out to his side of the bed and find it already cold.
When I heard his stealthy footsteps heading to the living room in the early morning, I would pretend to be asleep while clutching the sheets tightly. It was then that I first discovered you could feel an immense loneliness while living under the same roof as another person.
Now 8 months pregnant, the weight of my belly made my back feel like it was breaking, and my legs were so swollen that the marks from my socks stayed etched into my skin. Lately, the ones who took care of me most in my condition were not my husband, but my parents,.
Today, once again, my parents came to the house with their hands full of Tupperware containers for their only daughter.
“Dad, why do you bring so many things?”
“Your mother spent the whole day at the market and cooking for you,” my father said. “Even if you don’t have much of an appetite, eat well.”
“That’s right,” my mother added as she put the food in the fridge. “I’ve made you a good beef stew, which I know you love, and also some homemade meatloaf for James. Eat together when he gets home from work.”
That night, tired of waiting for James, Emily heated up and ate the stew her mother had brought all alone. The warm broth comforted her body and soul, making her feel the immense love of her parents. Sitting alone at the dining table late at night, tears began to well up in her eyes.
She didn’t know if she was crying from gratitude for her parents’ unconditional love or from the disappointment of a husband who, once again, was not coming home. Before, James used to come straight home after work. The sound of the front door opening would make me smile without realizing it,.
