My boyfriend and I had a great relationship when his ex-wife decided to come back and forced him to make probably the most important choice of his life.
“Hey, I’m Lisa, your neighbor. Do you need help?” I said to the man who was trying to change his son’s diaper in the park. I’d seen him and his wife several times, but I’d never introduced myself. However, he looked desperate.
“Oh, hello. My name is Paul. Actually, yes, I need help,” he replied. “My wife left us a few weeks ago, and it’s not easy being a single father to Michael.”
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“I’m so sorry. I can never understand people who abandon their families like that. But let me help you. I babysat loads of kids when I was a teenager,” I told him.
“I can’t thank you enough,” said Paul. After changing Michael’s diaper, I sat down with Paul. We chatted for a while and discovered we had a lot in common. Eventually, we started seeing each other frequently until our relationship grew deeper.
He seemed like a wonderful man, and I couldn’t imagine a woman abandoning such an extraordinary son as Michael. I had always dreamed of starting a family, and maybe this was my chance. A few months later, I found out I was pregnant.
Fortunately, Paul was delighted. “Now we can be one big family,” he told me.
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“But what are we going to do now? Should I move into your house? Should I sell mine?” I wondered, relieved that he was happy about the news. However, I was still worried about the logistics.
“What if you moved here? This house is more spacious, and we’ll discuss what to do with yours later. It might be a good idea to rent it out to earn some more money,” Paul replied.
I thought the idea was fantastic. My pregnancy went well, and my son, Trent, was born surrounded by love. Paul and I discussed marriage, but we decided to wait until our baby was older. We also discussed the possibility of me adopting Michael, but we put that off, too.
Then one day, my world turned upside down when the doorbell rang. Paul was at the supermarket with Michael, while I was at home with the baby. I said to him, “Hello, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?” I opened the door and saw a woman who looked vaguely familiar.
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“Excuse me? WHO ARE YOU? And what are you doing in MY HOUSE?” the woman shouted, entering without permission.
“Hey! You can’t come in here uninvited. Keep your voice down. There’s a baby sleeping in the next room. This is my house now. You have to leave,” I said sternly.
“Where is Paul? Did he sell you this house?” she asked, completely ignoring what I had told her.
“Paul just got out. Who are you?” I asked him again.
“I’m Paul’s wife, Keira, and I plan to come back here. This is my home. You have to leave,” she replied, starting to shout again.
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I said to him, “Listen. You need to calm down and wait for Paul to come back. But know that I’m not leaving, so be quiet.”
“I do what I want in my house! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Keira shouted, moving forward. I was afraid for my son’s life and ran, carrying him, to my house while I waited for Paul to return.
Luckily, everything was as I’d left it, as we hadn’t made any progress with our plans yet. I called Paul and explained what had happened. He told me to wait, as he would take care of Keira. But that night changed my life forever.
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Paul rang my doorbell and I saw him with all my things in bags. “Lisa, I’m sorry,” Paul began.
“What do you mean, ‘sorry’? Why are you bringing my stuff?” I asked, confused.
“Lisa, Keira is the love of my life. She’s still my wife, and we’re going to get back together,” he explained.
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“Paul, are you crazy? She abandoned you and Michael. We have a baby together! What about Trent? What about our relationship? Are you going to throw it all away for a woman who could leave at any moment?” I asked him a million questions.
“It’s over, Lisa. I’m sorry. I can’t control my feelings. I have to keep my family together,” Paul replied.
“But you have a new family,” I said.
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“You and Trent aren’t really my family. I have to put them first,” he finished. “I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
After everything that woman had done, he was going back to her without a second thought. He didn’t want me or his son, Trent. I was hurt beyond belief, but I had to pull myself together for my baby. Trent was never going to want for anything.
Being a single mother isn’t easy, especially when your son’s father is nearby but refuses to take responsibility. It was heartbreaking at times, but I was glad Trent was still a baby. He wasn’t going to remember his father.
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About a year passed, and we were doing better than ever. My family stepped in and helped me take care of Trent whenever I needed it. My dad had become his father figure, and he was a happy toddler.
But that’s when Paul decided to come back. He approached me with a bouquet while I was tending our garden. “Lisa, hi,” he said shyly.
“Paul. What are you doing?” I asked, frowning.
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“I’m truly sorry for what happened a year ago. I was a fool,” he continued.
“All right.”
“I… here, these flowers are for you,” he added.
“THANKS.”
“Can I see Trent?” Paul asked.
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“No. Let me guess, Keira’s gone again. That’s why you’re here. Are you going to beg me for a second chance?” I dared to ask.
“Please, Lisa. I was such an idiot. I wanted to rebuild my family, and she seemed really sorry. I had to give her a chance,” he explained.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Paul. Forget us. He’s not your son anymore. You abandoned us, and I’ve already hired a lawyer in case you get any ideas,” I revealed.
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“Lisa. Don’t be so cruel!” he cried.
“Cruel? You kicked me out of the house with a one-month-old baby. That’s cruel. Now, goodbye. I never want to see you again. We don’t need anything from you,” I concluded. Paul left, but he started coming back again and again, asking for a second chance.
Eventually, I sold the house and moved back in with my family. I never saw Paul again, and last I heard, Keira was still playing with him.
What can we learn from this story?
- Respect and love yourself. You must not let others play with your feelings. You must make yourself a priority.
- No heartbreak lasts forever. Lisa could have moped around and begged Paul to choose them. But she knew her baby needed a strong mother, and she pulled through.
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