The night was like any other – test, peace and full of the soothing silence of the house waiting for the arrival of a new life.
But I knew little that what awaited me would change everything I thought forever I thought I knew about love, trust and security. Thirty -four weeks of pregnant women and I slept quickly, I was awake with the urgent shouts of my husband and pierced the night of the night.
His voice – Frantický, frightened – passes calm as a blade and before I had a chance to understand what was happening, the words that followed, broke the foundation of my world.
Nothing was the same in the morning. The man I thought I knew, the man with whom I spent five years of my life showed me the party I could never expect. And at the time the sun stood up, I was forced to decide that I never thought I’d face. My heart hard with sorrow, my emotions torn between the approaching joy of motherhood, and the unbearable weight of betrayal, I had no choice but to share the divorce.
When I wait for the arrival of my child, my maturity date just two weeks away, the world feels like blur. This is the story of how one fateful night, one careless act, has changed everything – and how my life and my heart would never be the same again.
In thirty -four weeks of pregnancy and deeply sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the frantic scream of my husband in the middle of the night. The reason he broke my world, and in the morning I knew I had no choice but to make a divorce.
When I wait impatiently for the arrival of my child, my heart with sadness feels difficult. My maturity date is just two weeks away and I am torn between preparing for the birth of my child and ending my marriage. My name is Mary, and this is the story of how one night has changed everything …
Daniel and I have been together for five years and I thought our marriage was perfect.
“You’re ridiculous, Mary,” my husband said whenever I expressed fears of the fire. “There’s a smoke alarm. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
But I couldn’t shake with fear.
“When I was 17, my mom burned the house, we lost our dog, grampa. The smell of smoke still chasing me, Dane,” I told him once, but he just wiped him and assured me I had nothing to worry about.
I couldn’t forget that night – smoke, sirens, terror, as my family climbed to safety.
We were lucky that we were rescued by our neighbors and a rescue team, but we lost everything. Trauma stayed with me and Daniel’s calm did not calm me down.
Recently, I sat down at bedtime – I made sure all the electrical sockets were turned off, the stove was disconnected and no candles were illuminated.
Daniel would be frustrated with me, but I couldn’t help it. My mind and heart would not let me rest until I was sure we were safe, especially for a child.
“We won’t have a fire, Mary. You’re just paranoid,” Daniel told me. But I knew what I could feel.
He returned home two nights with his friends, and the noise they released was unbearable.
I asked him to send them home and explain that I needed peace and silence. But Daniel insisted that they just had fun and wanted to spend time with them before the baby came.
With the pillow of pregnancy I did not argue and went up the bedroom. When the noise from the ground floor began to disappear, I fell asleep.
Suddenly I heard Daniel’s panic -panic: “Mary, get up! Fire! Fire! Get up!”
My heart raced when I got through me.
I grabbed a pillow, instinctively protected my belly, and ran down the stairs, shouting to open Daniel’s door and call firefighters.
But when I arrived in the living room, Daniel’s friends laughed and Daniel tugged with them.
I was completely confused. “What’s the matter?” I asked, still disoriented.
Daniel laughs explained that his friends wanted to play a joke on me. They told him to scream, “Fire! Fire!” scare me.
I felt physically ill. Anger and fear bubbled and I confronted it.
“How could you do that? How could you play with my fear?” I screamed and tears ran down my face.
Daniel’s laughter disappeared and began to apologize, but it was too late. Damage was caused. My heart pounded and my mind was spinning.
“You shouldn’t have done it, Daniel!” I jumped, turned and attacked up. I locked myself in the bedroom and tried to collect myself, my tears blurred my thoughts.
How couldn’t he understand that it was a deep trigger for me? That the smell of smoke and sound of sirens was a reminder of something I could never forget?
I couldn’t believe I allowed him to do it. I thought we were working on confidence, mutual understanding.
As I sat on the bed, I felt imprisoned. The walls seemed to be approaching me. I took a deep breath, but my mind wouldn’t.
Why would Daniel do this? Forgot what I went through? He simply didn’t care about my feelings? I was used to his children’s jokes, but that was different. That was cruel.
I needed to talk to someone, someone to understand.
I grabbed the phone and dialed the number I knew with my heart.
“Dad?” I said and tried to calm the voice.
“Hey, boy,” my dad replied warmly. “What’s the matter?”
I took a deep breath and left it all out. “Dad, Daniel did something so stupid and it really started me … a big time.”
My father’s tone became serious. “Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Tell me what happened.”
I explained everything from the joke to the emotional toll that took on me.
After a long pause, my father spoke. “Mary, I’m sorry to go through it. I’m on the way.”
A lump was formed in the throat. “Dad, sometimes I feel like I have been stuck in this endless cycle of fear and anxiety.”
He softened his voice. “You’re not alone, Mary. You’re strong and we’ll go through it together.”
Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of my father’s car that went out.
The door opened and my father entered, his expression serious. “Mary, come. We’re leaving.”
I nodded and gathered my stuff. Daniel was sitting on the couch and still wore the smug, uninteresting look. His friends had already left, but I ignored him, focused only on the package.
When we went out, I noticed my father’s strict view of Daniel. “You’re lucky to haven’t lost it now, buddy,” he murmured under his breath.
We drove in silence for a while, the only sounds are the hum and soft music.
In the end, my father spoke. “The boy has some serious problems. He knows better than playing with you.”
I felt a pain of sadness over Daniel’s behavior. “I know Dad. It’s just … Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t care about me or my feelings.”
My dad put his hand on his knee. “It is worth much more than this, Mary. Don’t let him darken your light.”
His words brought me a little comfort and a little smile was created on my lips.
We arrived at my parents’ house and my father opened the door. “Let’s agree.
In the silence of the night I fully processed the impact of Daniel’s actions. It wasn’t a joke. It was a deliberate attempt to scare me, especially when I was pregnant. And I was done.
conclusion
When I sat in silence of the night, the weight of what happened was finally settled. Laughter, Prank, Daniel’s lack of understanding – all of this felt like a cruel betrayal, especially at a time when I needed him to be my protector, not my torturer. I realized that no matter how much I was hoping for things to change, the reality was undeniable: it wasn’t a man I thought I got married.
As my due date is, I am full of uncertainty about the future. But one thing I know for sure: I deserve peace. I deserve respect. I deserve someone who will honor my past, my fears and my feelings.
I’m not just wearing a baby; I wear hope for a new beginning that does not include the toxic dynamics of marriage based on misunderstanding and neglect. It will not be easy to move on, but because of my child-a for my own emotional well-being-I have.
The journey ahead can be difficult, but I don’t go it myself. My family, my strength and love I have for my unborn child will lead me to the future, where I am safe, valuable and free. I don’t know what it will bring tomorrow, but today I decided to let go of the past and accept a new life awaiting me.