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Five years into my marriage with Marshall Lawson, everything seemed pretty normal between us. Despite our efforts, my stomach remained calm–no baby on the way.
Marshall always told me not to worry about it, but I could see the longing in his eyes every time he saw a happy family with a child.
I was beginning to believe that I couldn’t have children, but on my 35th birthday, I discovered I was pregnant.
I double-checked with a hospital test before getting excited and telling Marshall the big news. “Honey, we’re finally going to have a baby!”
Marshall stared at the test results, his face changing from shock to anger. “Who’s the father?!” he demanded.
I froze. “What are you talking about, Marshall?”
In his rage, he tore up the test results and slapped me across the face. “How dare you play innocent?! We’ve been trying for ages with no luck. Then, I’m away for a month, and you’re pregnant?!”
The slap sent me reeling, my hand shaking as I pointed at him, tears welling up. “Marshall… I can’t believe the kind of man you are.”
Marshall stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and his parting words cut deep. “If you don’t get rid of that child, I’m not coming back.”
I stood there, hand on my cheek, too stunned to move.
I understood his scepticism; after years of silence in my womb, its sudden awakening was bound to raise concerns.
I convinced myself to wait for him to calm down so we could talk about it that evening.
However, instead of Marshall returning, I received a call from my mother-in-law, who was ready to lay into me.
I didn’t even have a chance to share my news before she lashed out, saying, “You useless woman! You can’t even keep your man; you’re no better than a hen that doesn’t lay eggs!”
The call ended with her sending me a screenshot of Marshall’s social media.
When I saw the photo, my heart stopped. There was my husband, arms wrapped around another woman as if she were the only one in the world.
I bit my tongue and waited six months for a paternity test. As soon as I received the results, I texted Marshall.
[Here’s your kid. However, since you’re now with someone else, I’ll just take care of this at the hospital and call it quits. You can have each other.
Marshall called me suddenly, his voice sharp, saying, “Don’t you dare do anything stupid!”
He then caught himself and switched to a softer tone. “Babe, don’t be rash. I haven’t cheated on you.”
I did not say anything. I just sent him the screenshot that my mother-in-law sent me.
He rushed to explain. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Nothing happened; I swear. You have to believe me.” Don’t move a muscle! I am on my way to get you and our son!”
Marshall always told me not to worry about it, but I could see the longing in his eyes every time he saw a happy family with a child.
I was beginning to believe that I couldn’t have children, but on my 35th birthday, I discovered I was pregnant.
I double-checked with a hospital test before getting excited and telling Marshall the big news. “Honey, we’re finally going to have a baby!”
Marshall stared at the test results, his face changing from shock to anger. “Who’s the father?!” he demanded.
I froze. “What are you talking about, Marshall?”
In his rage, he tore up the test results and slapped me across the face. “How dare you play innocent?! We’ve been trying for ages with no luck. Then, I’m away for a month, and you’re pregnant?!”
The slap sent me reeling, my hand shaking as I pointed at him, tears welling up. “Marshall… I can’t believe the kind of man you are.”
Marshall stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and his parting words cut deep. “If you don’t get rid of that child, I’m not coming back.”
I stood there, hand on my cheek, too stunned to move.
I understood his scepticism; after years of silence in my womb, its sudden awakening was bound to raise concerns.
I convinced myself to wait for him to calm down so we could talk about it that evening.
However, instead of Marshall returning, I received a call from my mother-in-law, who was ready to lay into me.
I didn’t even have a chance to share my news before she lashed out, saying, “You useless woman! You can’t even keep your man; you’re no better than a hen that doesn’t lay eggs!”
The call ended with her sending me a screenshot of Marshall’s social media.
When I saw the photo, my heart stopped. There was my husband, arms wrapped around another woman as if she were the only one in the world.
I bit my tongue and waited six months for a paternity test. As soon as I received the results, I texted Marshall.
[Here’s your kid. However, since you’re now with someone else, I’ll just take care of this at the hospital and call it quits. You can have each other.
Marshall called me suddenly, his voice sharp, saying, “Don’t you dare do anything stupid!”
He then caught himself and switched to a softer tone. “Babe, don’t be rash. I haven’t cheated on you.”
I did not say anything. I just sent him the screenshot that my mother-in-law sent me.
He rushed to explain. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Nothing happened; I swear. You have to believe me.” Don’t move a muscle! I am on my way to get you and our son!”