My husband and I have been trying for a baby for a long time, and when I finally fell pregnant and learned we were going to have triplets, I felt like the happiest woman on Earth. What I didn’t know was that following their birth my world would crash into pieces.
Sophie, Lily, and Grace were everything I have ever dreamed of. They were my sweet bundles of joy. When I looked at them at the hospital I thanked God for making my wish of becoming a mother true.
I held them tight and couldn’t wait for my husband, Jake, to meet them.
When he arrived, he stood at the door, unwilling to enter the room. I thought he was just overwhelmed by the thought of having triplets, but I could sense that worry was written all over his face.
“Jack, what’s going on?” I asked him and welcomed him to hold our angels. But he refused. Instead, he said something that made no sense.
“Emily, these babies will bring back luck. Leave them at the hospital, nothing good would come out of us raising them,” he said.
“Are you insane?” I asked. “I know you are joking…say that you are,” I said, still shocked by his words.
“No, Emily,” Jack continued. “My mom saw a fortune teller and she told her these babies would cause my death one day.”
Jack was delusional. He couldn’t possibly believe such nonsense.
I was aware that his mother didn’t like me because she always felt like I was stealing him from her, but this was too much.
I tried to make him come to his senses, but he refused to listen to me. Instead, he said I was on my on from that moment on.
What was supposed to be the best day of my life turned into a nightmare.
With or without my husband‘s presence, I was determined to give my babies the best life possible.
Weeks passed by and he never called. I couldn’t bear the thought that a father could quit on his own blood that easily.
Luckily, my family and friends stepped in to help me with my sweet triplets who meant the world to me. I understood that it’s true when they say that it takes a village to raise a child, and my village consisted of the most supporting people I knew. Yet, the thought of my husband’s betrayal lingered.
One day, I got a call from Beth, my husband’s sister. She wanted to see the triplets and I agreed. As she held them and showered them with affection, she said there was something she needed to tell me.
“It’s about my mom, Emily. There was no fortune teller. She made everything up afraid that Jack would forget about her once the children were born. I have just learned that and I thought you deserve to know the truth.”
My mother-in-law was an evil woman. How could she destroy a family over such a selfish whim?
Knowing Jake was manipulated into believing something that wasn’t true, I gave him a call and explained everything, hoping he would finally understand that his mother lied to him from the start. But Jake didn’t trust me. He decided to trust his mommy.
Months went by and I lost hope of ever having Jake in my life again. But that didn’t matter any longer. I had my triplets; they were my joy and they were all I needed to be happy.
Then, one day, Jack’s mother appeared on my doorstep. Remorseful, she admitted she lied to her son because she was afraid she would lose him. But she never believed that he would give up on his daughters.
Sadly, it was too late for forgiveness. I have already rebuilt my life and I was at the place where I wanted to be with my triplets.
A year later, Jake did the same thing. He asked for forgiveness, saying he wanted to be part of our daughters’ lives.
“You weren’t around when they needed you, Jack,” I said. “You made your choices and now you need to face the consequences.”
I did feel sorry for him. He aged a lot during the year he was absent from my and our triplets’ lives. But I knew we were better off without someone who gave up on us when we needed him the most.
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