The day my son was born should have been the happiest of my life. Instead, it was the day my entire world began to fall apart. When my husband finally showed up at the hospital, what he said left me questioning everything.
I’ve been married to my husband, Ethan, for 21 years. For most of that time, we’ve battled infertility. I’ve shed more tears than I ever thought possible—tears of hope, disappointment, and despair.
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When we first started trying, Ethan seemed supportive enough, attending doctor’s appointments and holding my hand as we navigated the maze of treatments. But as the years dragged on, something shifted. He started behaving… differently.
I brushed it off for the longest time, convincing myself it was just the strain of our situation. After all, infertility takes its toll on a marriage. But his late nights at work and secret calls became more frequent.
I’d hear him murmur things like, “I’ll call you later,” before quickly hanging up when I walked in.
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It was unsettling, but I chose not to focus on it. I was so consumed by the desperate desire for a child that I couldn’t allow myself to spiral into paranoia.
By the time I turned 40, I had nearly given up hope. But something in me—call it stubbornness or sheer desperation—refused to let go completely. I decided to try one last time. Ethan seemed indifferent, mumbling something about “whatever makes you happy” when I told him about my decision. That hurt more than I cared to admit.
And then, against all odds, it happened. I got pregnant.
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“Ethan,” I’d whispered, holding the positive pregnancy test in shaky hands. “We did it. I’m pregnant.”
“That’s… great. That’s really great,” he said, but his tone was off. Forced. I ignored it, focusing on my own joy.
Nine months later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Ethan refused to be in the delivery room
“I’ll just pass out,” he’d said when I begged him to stay. “They’ll end up taking care of me instead of you.”
So, I went through it alone. And when he finally walked into the hospital room two hours later, his first words shattered me.
“Are you sure this one’s mine?” he said, his voice cold and flat.
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I felt like I’d been slapped. “What? Ethan, how can you even ask me that? Of course, he’s yours! We’ve been trying for this baby for years!“
His jaw tightened, and he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out something I couldn’t see. “I have proof,” he said.
My world tilted. What proof? What could he possibly mean?
He started telling me this wild story about how his mother had “proof” I’d been unfaithful—photos of a man supposedly waiting for me outside our house, and how she claimed no baby had been delivered from the room I gave birth in, but that someone had brought in a different baby to make it look like mine.
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I stared at him, dumbfounded. “This is insane. It’s all lies! You really believe her?”
“She wouldn’t lie to me,” he said, his tone cold. “She’s my mother.”
“And I’m your wife. The one who went through everything to have this baby. The one who almost died giving birth to him! And you’re standing here accusing me of…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
He turned on his heel, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be back when I’m ready to talk,” he said, walking out the door and leaving me sitting there, trembling with rage and hurt.
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The moment he left, I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Lily. She picked up on the first ring.
“Claire? What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t hold back the tears. “He thinks I cheated on him. He said his mom has proof. Lily, it’s insane. I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, slow down,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Start from the beginning.”
By the time I finished explaining, Lily’s voice had taken on a hard edge. “Something’s not right, Claire. You need to watch him. He is not acting normal.”
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“Watch him? How?”
“I’ll do it,” she said without hesitation. “If he’s up to something, I’ll find out.”
Hours later, she called back after tracking him. “Claire, he went to another woman’s house. I saw him go in.”
My heart stopped. “What?”
“Listen to me,” Lily said urgently. “This doesn’t add up. You need help—professional help. Hire someone who can dig into this.”
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A few days later, I contacted Lydia, a private investigator Lily had highly recommended. She listened intently, as I recounted every detail.
“This is messy,” she said finally, her sharp eyes meeting mine. “But I’ll get answers. Give me two days.”
Two days. All I could do now was wait.
When I brought Liam home from the hospital, Ethan wasn’t there. No text, no call—just a chilling, empty silence.
What kind of father doesn’t show up for his son?
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The waiting was unbearable. I checked my phone every five minutes, hoping for a word from Lydia, the private investigator. When the doorbell rang early the next morning, I almost jumped out of my skin.
Lydia’s face was serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. “We need to talk.”
I led her into the kitchen, settling Liam into his bassinet. Lydia’s eyes softened when she glanced at him.
She leaned forward, her voice calm but deliberate. “I spoke with Ethan’s sister.”
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“His sister?” My eyebrows knitted. “We don’t talk. She’s… well—”
“She’s not an addict as you think” Lydia interrupted. “She’s been sober for years, and she told me a lot—things that are going to change everything for you.”
“What kind of things?” I asked.
“Ethan married you for your money,” she said bluntly. “His entire family knew. They planned it from the beginning.”
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“What?” My voice cracked, my grip tightening on the edge of the table.
“For the past twenty years, he’s been siphoning money from your inheritance. Not just for himself, but to support another family—his other family. He has three children with another woman.”
“No… you’re wrong,” I shouted.
“I’m not,” Lydia said, sliding a folder toward me. “It’s all here—bank records, medical bills, and photos. And there’s more. It looks like Ethan might’ve been sabotaging your attempts to conceive.”
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I froze, staring at her. “What… what do you mean?”
“Some of the clinics you went to—there’s evidence he tampered with things. He didn’t want you to get pregnant, Claire.”
My chest felt tight. I could barely breathe.
Lydia’s words hung in the air, suffocating me. I could barely think. “Sabotaging my treatments?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Another family? How… how could he do this to me?”
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I glanced at Liam in his bassinet, his tiny hand curling and uncurling in sleep. The weight of twenty years crashed over me like a tidal wave. Memories I’d once cherished now felt tainted. The little gestures of love, the whispered promises of forever—it had all been a lie.
The sobs started quietly, but soon they came in waves, shaking me to my core. How could I have been so blind? So foolish? I’d spent years blaming myself—my body—for our struggles to conceive, while Ethan had been sabotaging me.
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I thought of every late-night appointment, every failed treatment, and every moment I’d spent crying in the dark while he faked concern.
“I trusted him,” I said aloud, my voice breaking. “I loved him, Lydia. I gave him everything.”
Lydia stood, placing a steadying hand on my arm. “And that’s why you have to fight back, Claire. He doesn’t deserve your tears. Think about Liam. He needs you strong.”
I looked at Liam, my tears slowing as anger replaced the grief. Lydia was right. My son needed me. I wiped my face, my resolve hardening with every breath.
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“You’re right,” I said finally, my voice steadier now. “I’m not going to let him get away with this.”
I picked up my phone, staring at the screen for a long moment before dialing. “James,” I said when my lawyer answered. “We need to talk. It’s about Ethan.”
A few days later, I heard the familiar rumble of Ethan’s car pulling into the driveway. The divorce papers were laid out neatly on the kitchen table, ready for him.
I stayed in the living room, Liam nestled in his bassinet beside me, as I waited for him to walk in. The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside.
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“Claire?” he called, his tone tentative, like he already knew he was walking into a trap.
“I’m here,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
I didn’t waste a second. “Why are you abandoning your son?” I asked, each word deliberate and sharp.
He blinked, startled. “What? I’m not abandoning anyone. Claire, I… I’m sorry, okay? I was confused and emotional. I said a lot of stupid things that I didn’t mean. None of it was true.”
“Really?” I tilted my head. “Then why didn’t you pick us up from the hospital? Where were you for three days? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
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He hesitated, but then his expression smoothed into that familiar, disarming smile. “I had an urgent business trip,” he said, his voice oozing fake sincerity.
“Claire, I swear, I wasn’t ignoring you. I would never do that. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“Interesting,” I said, leaning back slightly. “What are your three kids’ names?”
His entire face froze. The smile evaporated, replaced by a look of pure shock. For the first time, the mask slipped, and I saw the man underneath—the liar, the manipulator.
“I—” he started, but no words came out.
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“Save it,” I said, cutting him off with an icy glare. “I know everything, Ethan. When you leave today,” I said, standing and turning toward the stairs, “make sure to grab the divorce papers from the kitchen table. Thanks.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I carried Liam upstairs, my heart racing.
A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut. When I came back down later, the papers were gone. It was finally over.
After a couple of few weeks, the settlement was finalized. Ethan left with a modest payout—a sum I considered a bargain to rid my life of his toxic presence. The house, cars, and businesses stayed with me, thanks to the mountain of evidence my legal team presented.
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My lawyers were also building strong cases against Ethan and the fertility clinics that had conspired with him. “This will take time,” my attorney, James, warned me. “But I’m confident we’ll win.”
Time was something I was willing to invest in. For now, my focus was on Liam. He deserved a life free of lies, and deceit.
One evening, as I rocked Liam to sleep, I whispered softly to him, “I’ll make sure you never grow up doubting your worth, little one.”
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My Therapy Client Is Angry His Wife Won’t Let Him Take Care of Their Son and I Was Shocked When I Found out Why — Story of the Day
As a psychologist, Kate often navigates the turbulent waters of troubled relationships. But when Colin’s case takes an unexpected twist, Kate finds herself breaking protocol and stepping into uncharted territory. What secrets lie behind Colin’s fractured family, and can Kate uncover the truth?
I was waiting for a new client, feeling a familiar curiosity and readiness. The man had mentioned over the phone that he was having some problems with his wife. As a psychologist, this was something I often encountered, so it was nothing unusual.
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I glanced around my office, making sure everything was in place. The door opened, and I saw Colin, my new client. He was tall and looked a bit nervous.
“May I?” Colin asked, standing hesitantly at the door.
“Yes, of course, come in,” I said with a reassuring smile.
Colin walked in slowly, glancing around before settling on the couch opposite me. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting in his lap.
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“So, what brings you here?” I asked, hoping to put him at ease.
“I already mentioned that I have problems with my wife,” he replied in a cold, defensive tone.
I could tell this would be a tough session. “I know, but why don’t you tell me more about it?”
Colin sighed, looking away. “She won’t let me take care of our son. She insists he’s only hers.”
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“And how does that make you feel?” I asked, watching his reaction closely.
“It hurts. He’s my son too,” Colin said, his voice tight with emotion.
I knew that hurt often masked deeper feelings, like anger. “Does it make you angry that you can’t spend time with your son?”
“No, I said it hurts,” he snapped, his frustration evident.
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Working with men often meant navigating their reluctance to admit feelings. “Have you tried talking to her about it?”
“Yes, but she ignores me. She says she regrets marrying me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“Why do you think she says that?” I asked, trying to understand the root of their issues.
“I don’t know. She keeps saying that our son is only hers and she will never have more children with me. We just had a baby. It should have brought us closer,” Colin said, his voice filled with confusion and pain.
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“Oh, so you have a newborn?” I asked, understanding more about their situation.
“Yes, he’s just a month old,” Colin replied, a hint of pride in his voice.
“I see. Some women have a hard time after childbirth and fall into a depressive phase. Could it be related?” I suggested, trying to explore all possibilities.
“No, she’s fine. She takes good care of our son,” he said, shaking his head.
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“And what did you mean when you said your wife doesn’t want more children with you?” I asked, sensing a deeper issue.
“She says it’s because I’m a bad father. But she doesn’t even give me a chance to be one,” Colin said, his frustration clear.
His wife’s behavior was strange. Usually, postpartum depression causes a woman to withdraw from everyone, including the child. “I understand your feelings. Can you recall any events that led to this period in your relationship?”
“Not really. Everything was fine. Though, she has this friend, Toby. They spend a lot of time together, and at some point, I even started doubting if the child is mine,” he admitted, his voice filled with insecurity.
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“Are you against their communication?” I asked, trying to gauge his feelings.
“Of course, who would like their wife spending time with another man?” he said, his anger bubbling to the surface.
“Nowadays, friendships between men and women are quite common, and if there’s no hint of betrayal, I don’t think it’s worth stressing over,” I said, hoping to calm him.
“So, you think she’s cheating on me too?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
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“That’s not what I meant at all,” I clarified, trying to steer the conversation back to his feelings.
“I don’t know, it all seems like cheating to me,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
“Just because they communicate doesn’t mean she’s cheating,” I reiterated, but Colin seemed to ignore my words, twisting everything to fit his narrative. People often do that, living in illusions rather than facing the truth. However, I couldn’t understand what truth Colin was justifying.
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I glanced at the clock above the couch and realized our session was coming to an end. “Colin, I’m afraid we need to wrap up,” I said gently.
“But I haven’t covered everything. I thought one session would be enough,” Colin said, his frustration evident.
“Many think that, but it’s rarely true. Shall I book you for another session?” I offered, knowing he needed more time.
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“Yes, please,” he agreed, a bit of hope in his eyes.
We scheduled our next meeting for the following week, and I saw Colin out of my office. “Take care,” I said as he left. Colin just waved goodbye, his mind clearly elsewhere.
I returned to my office and sighed heavily. Some clients drained all my energy, but I loved my job, and it was part of it. So, I sat back in my chair and prepared for the next client, ready to help them navigate their own struggles.
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A week later, Colin was due to see me again. All week, his case had lingered in my mind. I had a nagging feeling that he wasn’t telling me everything.
“Come in,” I called out when Colin knocked on my door. He entered the office, moving slowly. He sat on the couch, avoiding eye contact.
“So, how have you been?” I asked, trying to gauge his mood.
“Same as before,” he replied, sighing. “She hardly talks to me. But she was very kind when Toby, that friend I mentioned, came over.”
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“Yes, I remember. How do you feel about that?” I asked, watching his face.
“I want to punch him,” Colin said, clenching his fists.
Anger can be useful if managed well, but I wasn’t sure Colin could handle it. “What does your wife say about it?” I asked, trying to understand more.
She says they’re just friends. But who calls just a friend to be at the birth?” he said, his voice rising
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This was interesting. “Can you tell me more about that?” I asked, leaning forward.
“My wife went into labor, but I couldn’t take her to the hospital because my mother had an accident, and I was going to pick her up from the hospital. It was nothing serious, but she was shaken. So I told my wife to call my sister, who lives 20-25 minutes away, to take her to the hospital.”
“Sorry to interrupt, but didn’t your wife also need to go to the hospital? Why didn’t you take her and then go together to your mother?” I asked, puzzled.
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“Because my mother lives in a neighboring town, and the hospital was there too,” Colin explained, a bit irritated.
“I see. Please continue,” I urged him gently.
“Instead of calling my sister, she called Toby because he supposedly lives closer,” Colin continued, his jaw tightening.
“And that’s why he was at the birth?” I asked, trying to piece it together.
“Yes,” Colin confirmed, his eyes flashing with anger.
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“How did you find out about it?” I asked.
“My sister also came to the hospital and recorded a video for me. I saw my wife holding Toby’s hand during contractions. When I brought my mother home, I asked my sister to FaceTime me. I saw Toby comforting my wife, doing everything a husband should do,” Colin said, his voice trembling.
“Why didn’t you go to the birth after taking your mother home?” I asked, sensing there was more to the story.
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“My mother said she felt unwell and asked me to stay,” Colin admitted, looking down.
So the mother comes first. That’s always a problem, I thought. When men put their mothers first, the marriage won’t last long. “And you decided to stay with her?” I asked, my tone neutral.
“Yes, and when I came the next day and visited my wife, she wouldn’t even let me hold our son. She said I didn’t deserve it,” Colin said, his voice cracking.
“How did you react?” I asked, giving him space to express his feelings.
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“I called her a cheater for having another man at our son’s birth,” Colin said, tears forming in his eyes.
“Do you think that was a good idea?” I asked softly.
“I don’t know, but it’s the truth. And she humiliated me in front of our relatives by saying I didn’t deserve to hold our son because I didn’t take her to the hospital. I’ve apologized a thousand times, but she still won’t let me near our son,” Colin said, his voice filled with despair.
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I nodded, letting Colin vent his frustrations. “I did everything for her, and she does this to me. She could have just called my sister, not Toby. Do you understand why I think she’s cheating on me? And I think that’s why she won’t let me take care of our son, because he’s not really mine,” Colin finished, his shoulders slumping.
I sat back, thinking about what Colin had shared. His pain was real, but his perception might be clouded by his anger and jealousy.
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I still felt he wasn’t telling me everything. We discussed the situation again, but I still couldn’t understand why his wife called another man to the birth. Maybe it was some form of revenge for Colin not coming.
After our session ended, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. For the first time in my career, I decided to break protocol. I left work, got in my car, and twenty minutes later, I stood in front of Colin’s house.
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I felt nervous and unsure, knowing this was unprofessional. But I also knew I had to talk to his wife to get a better understanding.
I knocked on the door, and after a moment, a tired woman with a baby in her arms opened it. She looked at me, puzzled.
“Excuse me, are you Colin’s wife?” I asked gently.
“Yes, I’m Emily,” she replied, her brow furrowing.
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“Nice to meet you. My name is Kate. I’m Colin’s psychologist, and I’d like to talk to you if you don’t mind,” I said, trying to put her at ease.
“Alright,” Emily replied, still looking confused. She led me to the living room, and we sat on the couch. The room was cozy, cluttered with baby items.
“I don’t want to beat around the bush, so I’ll get straight to the point. Colin mentioned that you won’t let him take care of your son,” I said, watching her reaction.
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“Well, I have my reasons. I don’t trust him, and I can’t trust him with my son,” Emily replied firmly.
“Is it because he didn’t come to the birth?” I asked, wanting to understand her perspective.
“Yes, even though I told him how important it was for me. Instead, he wanted his sister, who hates me and always belittles me, to be there. I didn’t want her there in such a vulnerable moment, but she came anyway,” Emily said, her voice shaking with emotion.
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This information changed everything. “I understand you, but maybe you could forgive him? I can suggest a family therapy session. After all, he wasn’t just sitting at home; he was helping his mother, who had an accident.”
Emily looked at me sharply. “Is that what he told you? He was helping his ex-girlfriend move because she was relocating.”
Oh my God, what a nightmare, I thought. This was why I decided to talk to Emily; I knew Colin wasn’t telling me everything. “Colin also complained that your friend was there,” I said, trying to remain neutral.
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“Toby, yes. We’ve been friends since third grade, and there’s never been anything romantic between us, but I trust him. That’s why I asked him to take me. Besides, he lives closer than Colin’s sister,” Emily explained.
“Have you tried talking to Colin about this?” I asked, feeling the tension in the room.
“I tried, but he doesn’t listen. He says he’s apologized a hundred times for not being at the birth. But he did it just to hear me say I’m not angry. I can’t trust my child to someone who doesn’t care about me. How can I know he cares about our son?” Emily said, tears welling up in her eyes.
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“Have you considered leaving?” I asked, sensing her desperation.
“I have, but I don’t have a job or money. I’m financially dependent on Colin,” Emily admitted, looking down.
“Did you know his sister was on FaceTime with Colin the whole time you were in labor?” I asked, feeling the need to share this piece of information.
“What? No, that’s horrible. I didn’t even notice her,” Emily said, her face paling.
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“Emily, if you really want to leave him, I can help you,” I said, offering her a lifeline.
“Really?” she asked, her eyes widening with hope.
“Yes, you can’t raise a child in such conditions,” I said firmly.
Half an hour later, Emily and her son’s belongings were in my car. I was glad I had come to see her and heard her side. I hoped I could help them find a better path.
The drive back to my office was quiet, but I felt a sense of purpose. This was why I became a psychologist, to help people like Emily find the strength to change their lives.
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