My husband never told me he didn’t want kids until after our wedding he kicked me out when I got pregnant. But I was not defeated
My mother abandoned me at a young age, and my aunt Cecilia had to raise me. But she never saw me as anything but a maid and a burden. The worst part is that she reminded me of that all the time.
Her kids, my cousins, could do no wrong, and they blamed me for everything, knowing that Aunt Cecilia would easily believe them. I had tons of chores and became a modern Cinderella at their house. That’s why I fell in love quickly with Mark when I grew up.
I had just graduated high school, and for the first time in my life, someone was showing me tons of affection. Mark was brilliant and a few years older than me. I thought he was my perfect match in every single way, and I desperately needed to feel protected.
Aunt Cecilia hated him immediately. She told me I was going to get knocked up, and he would leave me. But I thought she was just jealous that someone finally saw my worth. Therefore, when Mark proposed, I said yes.
I packed my bags and moved in with him. I had just enrolled at the local community college, but Mark convinced me to drop out. “I’ll take care of you forever, Kenna. There’s no need for you to rush into a career you don’t want,” he said.
“I love you, Mark. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” I told him. We had our wedding a few short weeks after I moved in with him. It had all been such a whirlwind that we didn’t have time to talk about our future.
One day, we were walking hand-in-hand in the park and saw many kids playing around. “Ugh, there are so many kids here,” Mark said.
“Well, it’s a family park, darling. It’s normal,” I added.
Honestly, people need to stop having so many kids. Most of them can’t afford them. So, they become a drain on our city taxes, and also, who likes kids at all?” he continued.
“There are not so bad,” I said. Growing up in such an unloving home, I dreamed of becoming a mother and giving my children everything. But what could I do if Mark didn’t want kids?
“Yeah, there are the worst. Almost like a parasite that you choose to have, and they set you back in your career. It’s just not worth it. I’m glad we’ll never have to worry about that,” Mark finished.
I stayed quiet. I couldn’t believe that my husband didn’t want kids. But we were young. Maybe, in the future, he would change his mind, and we could start a family. A few months went by, and I discovered that Mark was nothing like I imagined.
After the wedding, he had become much less affectionate. Nothing I did was right, and he loved to berate me for it. I didn’t know what to do. Was this normal with married couples? Could I leave him? I wasn’t sure, but I started saving a little money on the side just in case.
One day, I woke up feeling horrible and spent the entire morning in the bathroom. That happened the entire week, and Mark was not happy about it. “Kenna. What is going on? I’ve had to hear you vomiting every single morning. The bathroom smells. It’s disgusting!” Mark yelled at me.
“I’m sorry, Mark. I don’t know what’s happening,” I said.
“You better find a way to stop it immediately. Go to the doctor. Take pills. Anything it takes. I’m tired of coming home to no dinner because you slept the entire day!” Mark continued.
I followed his advice, went to the doctor, and received some concerning news. I was pregnant. Maybe, Mark will be happy despite his original disdain for children. I had to tell him that night. “WHAT?! How can you be pregnant? I told you that children were out of the question!” he screamed when I finally told him.
I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry. But accidents happen all the time,” I said, pleading for him to calm down.
“You are going to get rid of it as soon as possible!” Mark added angrily. “We are not having a baby in this house ever. Do you understand?”
“I will not get rid of our child! Mark, think about it. You’ll love having a baby. It might be a boy you can play catch with,” I beseeched.
“No, Kenna. That sounds awful. My word is final,” he decided.
I will not do that. This baby will be born,” I continued, raising my voice to him for the first time.
“Then, you’re out this house today,” Mark finished. He packed my bags, and despite begging him to reconsider, he threw me out.
I had nowhere to go and little money. Luckily, one of our neighbors, Mrs. Barnes, took pity and hired me as a live-in maid for their family. I warned her I was pregnant, but she said it was alright. So, I worked at her house and earned a little.
I regretted giving up college immediately and becoming so dependent on my husband. A baby was a huge expense, and I could only save a little bit from what Mrs. Barnes paid me. Months went by, and I finally decided to give the baby up for adoption once I gave birth at the hospital.
I decided to surrender the baby there, hoping that he would find a better family. But in the end, I couldn’t do it. When I saw the face of my son after a grueling delivery, I knew that I would never abandon him. I would go through fire to raise my son…
35 years later, my son, Jack, had gotten married, and his wife was expecting my first grandchild. I raised him as a single mother, but Mrs. Barnes became a huge part of our lives. We were never alone in the end.
One day, I received a surprise call from Mark. He was at the hospital and terminally ill. “Can you come here and let me meet my son?” he asked. I couldn’t believe the audacity of such a request.
But he was dying. I had to do the right thing. That’s what I thought until Mark continued speaking. Apparently, he had been married around five times after divorcing me, and none of his marriages worked.
“Everyone in my life has been awful and ungrateful. I want to meet my son so that he’ll know what a great father he had,” Mark finished