My heart raced as panic took over. I bolted out of bed, clutching my belly, and rushed downstairs, urging Daniel to open the door and call for help. But when I reached the living room, I froze. Daniel and his friends were laughing—it was all just a prank.
My fear quickly turned to anger. “How could you do this?” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. “You know how much this terrifies me.”
Daniel’s laughter faded, and he tried to apologize, but it was too late. I felt betrayed in a way I never thought possible. This wasn’t just a prank—it was a total disregard for my trauma and my feelings. I stormed back upstairs, slamming the door behind me. As I sat on the bed, my mind raced with a mix of hurt and disbelief.
I called my dad. He’s always been my rock. Through sobs, I told him what had happened, and without hesitation, he said, “I’m coming to get you.”
Fifteen minutes later, Dad’s car was outside. I grabbed a few things and left, ignoring Daniel’s apologies. He looked lost sitting on the couch, but I couldn’t think about that. My priority was my baby and my well-being.
The next morning, I knew what I had to do. This wasn’t about one bad joke—it was about realizing I was in a relationship where my fears and feelings were dismissed. I made the decision to file for divorce, knowing it was the right choice for me and my baby.
Daniel has since apologized and promised to change, but the damage is done. Trust is something that, once broken, is hard to rebuild. My focus now is on preparing for single motherhood and creating a safe, supportive environment for my child.
I know it won’t be easy, but I’m confident I’m doing what’s best for both of us. What would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you stay, hoping things would improve, or take a stand for your own well-being and your child’s future?