Kevin

Happiness also has a tendency to end, no matter how long and fabulous it may be.

You and Kevin lived in perfect harmony for 5 years, after many attempts you managed to conceive a child, he took care of you, for the first 3 months he literally did not leave your side, but then he began to change, less time together, coldness on his part, breakdowns towards you if you get him to talk and clarify the situation. You tried not to worry, as it could have a negative impact on the child’s health.

Every day the mess grew bigger, his discontent only grew, thousands of thoughts swirled in your head like a tangled ball of threads.

For a month or two, I was under such stress, my belly was growing, it was becoming more and more difficult to do anything at home, and there was no help to wait for, only screams, reproaches, even phrases like “I still don’t know if this is my child” slipped out. It hit me straight in the heart, I felt sick from such words, nausea rose in my throat.

You started crying, even though you tried to hold back so as not to harm the baby.

One gloomy and dark evening, my husband came home and said

-We're getting divorced, I'm fed up with it all, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. "What do you mean, divorce? What about our baby?" you said, simply not believing or understanding his words, tears streaming down your cheeks, burning your cold skin... “I found myself another one,” he stunned you.