The birth of my twin daughters was supposed to be the luckiest day of my life. After years of struggling to conceive, holding my babies in my arms felt like a dream come true. But then, that dream turned into a nightmare when my husband accused me of cheating.
The moment my bundles of joy were welcomed into the world, I took a photo of them and sent it to my husband, Mark, the man I believed was the most wonderful person there was. I felt lucky he was the father of my children, or least, I thought so, until he revealed his true face.
Entering the hospital room, Mark was fuming. โWhat is this Lindsay?โ he asked, and I was totally unaware of what he was talking about.
โMark, is everything okay?โ
โOf course itโs not. These canโt be my kids. Did you cheat on me?โ he asked as I could hear his voice breaking. โYou tricked me, Lindsay. You didnโt tell me you were carrying girls.โ
โMark, why does that matter? They are beautiful and they are perfectly healthy,โ I said, still confused by his words and his ridiculous behavior.
โThis isnโt what I wanted. I needed boys so they could carry on a legacy and my name.โ
As he uttered those words, my heart crushed into a million pieces. I looked at my girls who were sleeping peacefully, unaware that their father rejected them.
At that moment, I was looking at a man I didnโt recognize. Mark never acted like that before, not once.
I tried to calm down, hoping it was just an initial reaction triggered by overwhelming emotions and a state of confusion. But Mark was getting angrier. After pacing up and down the room, clenching and unclenching his hands in frustration, he left and slammed the door.
During my hospital stay, I hadnโt heard from Mark again. He never called and never answered any of my messages. Unaware of what to do next, I took my twin daughters and went to my parentsโ place.
A couple of days passed by and there was still no trace of my childrenโs father. But then, I received a voice message from myย mother-in-law, Sharon. She was a stern woman, and I knew she could help me convince Mark to come to his senses.
But the moment I heard the message, I realized things were worse than I anticipated. Sharon also accused me of cheating and of betraying her son for not giving him boys.
I felt like a failure. But then I looked at my girls and I knew I needed to be strong for them. As long as they were by my side, nothing could break me.
During the long nights, amid feeding my twin daughters and changing their diapers, I also made promises I wasnโt sure I could keep. โMommyโs here, everything is going to be alright,โ Iโd whisper. But was it?
Since Mark was no longer around, I contacted my lawyer. โWith his abandonment, we have a strong case,โ he said, giving me a glimpse of hope. โFull custody. Child support. Weโll take care of visitation on your terms.โ
Weeks turned into months, and I learned how to live without Mark.
I created a new social media profile where I shared my girlsโ milestones. Family and friends shared my posts and commented on my photos, and everything I posted hid an undeniable truth โ that my girlsโ father was absent from their lives.
Eventually, I divorced him but didnโt let him off the hook โ no matter how much he didnโt want to, he needed to take responsibility of being a father.
Then came Sharonโs final message. It could be an apology and a wish to be part of her granddaughtersโ lives, or it could easily be yet another insult. But I deleted it without reading it, so I guess Iโll never find out.
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