A week before I would put my son Tommy on this planet, I found out that my husband Steven cheated on me. The man I thought I could trust most stabbed me in the back. And that was just before I faced the most challenging task of my life: a very difficult delivery. I was on my own. After giving birth, he casually walked over and wanted to hold 'his' baby.
Then I did this...
I still couldn’t believe that I had to face the birth of my baby by myself. After strenuous hours of labor, he finally came into the world healthy and happy. Seeing little Tommy made me the happiest woman on earth, so when my soon-to-be ex-husband barged into the room demanding to hold his son, he had another thing coming.
In my books, he was a cheater. Nevertheless, he declared that a father had the right to hold his son. Tommy apparently was the boy that would continue his family name. However, I knew that Steven would stop dead in his tracks when I told him the secret I was withholding from him…
As Steven reached out, I pulled Tommy closer and locked eyes with Steven, ready to unveil the truth.
From the tears in my eyes to the nervous way I clenched Tommy, Steven was unaware of the emotional whirlwind he was about to be thrust into…
We weren’t always fighting like this. Life with Steven used to be easy; our love story was like the pages of a fairy tale come to life. We used to live in our own little world of shared laughter, spontaneous trips, midnight dance sessions in our pajamas and whispered promises under starlit skies.
However, I should have seen the signs. We had been trying for a child for years, increasing the tension at home. This tension only made our time in the bedroom less spontaneous. I remember Steven calling it a chore once. Nothing had hurt me more than the passion leaving our lives…