My husband and I had been married for over ten years, and I believed we had a loving, stable relationship. That belief shattered when, shortly before our daughter was born, he suddenly insisted on a paternity test. He gave no reason—only that he “wanted to be sure.” I had never given him any reason to doubt me.
The accusation devastated me. The stress became overwhelming, and I eventually went to stay with my brother. I tried calling my husband to talk things through, but he ignored me completely.
Two days later, I returned home to collect my things while he was at work—and went into labor. I called him over and over with no response. My brother rushed me toward the hospital, but I began crowning in the car. Our daughter was delivered in the back of his van. I was hemorrhaging badly and was rushed into surgery. Doctors later told my family I almost didn’t survive. To save my life, I had to undergo a hysterectomy.
Ten hours after my first call, my husband finally called back. My brother answered and, in anger, told him I hadn’t made it. My husband arrived at the hospital in a panic, only to be escorted out after causing a scene.
Counseling followed. I told him the truth: he chose doubt over his family when I needed him most. Over time, he’s shown real effort—supporting me, caring for our daughter, and trying to earn back my trust. We’re still healing, but I remain cautiously hopeful.