My heart was pounding with joy of the thought that my newborn twin daughters and my loving wife were finally coming home from the hospital.
The car was filled with a bunch of balloons, and I couldnโt wait to embrace them.
The moment I stepped in the hospital, I rushed towards Suzieโs room. Callie and Jessica were in their tiny beds, but my wife was not around. I thought she went outside to catch some fresh air, but then I approached my babies and noticed a note in one of the beds.
โGoodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.โ
My world collapsed. At that moment, the nurse entered the room. โGood morning, sir, hereโs the discharge โโ she said, but I stopped her and asked about Suzie. โShe checked out this morning. She said you knew.โ
Defeated, I took my babies and headed home. At the porch stood my mother. She was all smiles. โOh, Ben, they are so beautiful,โ she said and tried to take the girls, but I refused to let her have them.
โMom, what did you do to Suzie,โ I asked her. Her face went pale, but she denied ever saying anything to my wife.
โBen, I donโt know what you are talking about,โ she said, looking all puzzled.
I didnโt know what to think. That evening, I recalled every aspect of Suzieโs pregnancy. She always seemed very happy, and nothing spoke trouble. And now, I was all by myself, alone and miserable.
Then, I thought of the seemingly meaningless barbs my mom would throw at Suzie. She would always laugh them off, but could she in fact be hurt by it?
I went through Suzieโs things, hoping to find answers. And there they were, inside the tiny jewelry box she adored. A letter from my mom to Suzie in which she wrote my girls and I would be better off without her in our lives. She wrote Suzie wasnโt worth and that she trapped me with the pregnancy.
As tears started rolling down my eyes for not noticing my momโs behavior towards Suzie for so long, I confronted my mother and told her to leave my home.
She tried to defend herself, but I didnโt want to hear the word she said.
Days turned into weeks, and I struggled with diapers, sleepless nights, and a lot of crying โ from both my twins and me.
I contacted every person that knew Suzie, but no one knew where she could be. And then, one of her closest friends, Sarah, told me how she struggled because of my mother, but was too scared to tell me, believing my mom would turn me against her.
I was a lost man. Life was getting harder and harder with each passing day, and the girlsโ 1st birthday was a bittersweet moment.
I lost hope of ever seeing my wife again.
One day, while the girls were playing in the living room, someone knocked on the door.
When I opened it, I saw my wife. She looked fresh and healed.
I didnโt say a word, I just embraced her and started crying. It was the first time in over a year that I felt whole.
Suzie cried even heavier than me. She started apologizing, saying that my momโs actions and the postpartum depression overwhelmed her. She convinced herself that our daughters and I would be better without her in our lives.
But over time, she sought therapy and started feeling better. That day, she was finally able to meet us again.
We were able to rebuild what we almost lost.
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