For a few minutes, we were the only ones making noise—the hum of the engine, some light music, and the distant pitter-patter of rain.
Finally, my Dad spoke up. “That boy’s got some serious issues. He knows better than to push you around like that.”
I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Daniel’s actions. “I know, Dad. It’s just… sometimes I feel like he doesn’t care about me or my feelings.”
My Dad put a hand on my knee. “You’re worth so much more than this, Mary. Don’t let him dim your light.”
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His remarks made me grin a little as I felt a wave of peace pass over me.
We arrived home, and Dad opened the door. “Let’s get you inside and settled. We’ll deal with Daniel later.”
The full effect of Daniel’s actions dawned on me in the stillness of the night. It was a calculated attempt to scare me, and not only because I was pregnant. It wasn’t a joke.
I felt a surge of panic at the concept. What would happen if his foolishness caused something bad to happen to me or our child? The uncertainty was oppressive.
I felt determined when I woke up the following morning. I couldn’t allow Daniel’s actions to define my pregnancy or our relationship. It was time for me to take charge and defend my child and myself.
As usual, my dad was encouraging, but my mother wasn’t as sympathetic. She insisted that I was exaggerating and that Daniel wasn’t trying to harm me.
However, I was aware of this. It wasn’t a joke—Daniel had played with my fears. It was about our child as well, not just about me. If he couldn’t even respect his partner’s boundaries or worries, what sort of father would he be?
Two days have passed since I made the painful decision to file for divorce. Daniel has been apologizing to me nonstop and saying that he will change, but it’s too late. I can never get my feelings back, and the damage is done.
I’ve grown to understand that my emotions should not be handled carelessly, and I think Daniel should get that.
If you were in my position, how would you respond? Would you step up, put your own safety and wellbeing first, and shield your child from the negative influence of someone who didn’t give a damn about your mental health or emotional state? Or would you want to let go and go on in the hopes that something miraculous will improve?
