How Her Husband Left Her When She Finally Became a Mother

**”How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother”**

**”I Dont Need You Anymore”: How the Husband Walked Out When She Could Have a Child**

When Eleanor came home from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea her life was about to change forever. She pushed open the door and called out, like always:

“Darling, Im home!”

Silence. The house felt unnaturally still.

“Thats odd He should be here by now,” she thought, heading to the bedroom.

She pushed the door openand froze. Vincent, her husband, stood by the bed, hurriedly packing clothes into a suitcase.

“Vincent What are you doing?” she whispered, disbelief washing over her.

“Im leaving,” he replied flatly, not even looking at her.

“Leaving? Why? Whats happened?”

“Its because of your dad,” he snapped, irritated.

“My dad? What does he have to do with this?”

Eleanor couldnt make sense of his words, his meaningor what was happening. Right before her eyes, the marriage shed poured so much love, patience, and warmth into was crumbling.

Theyd met when Eleanor was twenty-eight. Vincent was eight years olderconfident, charming, experienced. At the time, she thought shed found the right man. Family, friends, everyone insisted it was time to settle down. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not getting any younger.” Eleanor started seeing every suitor as a potential husbandwhich scared most men off.

But Vincent was different. Theyd met at a café through a colleague, and the conversation flowed. He was polite, attentive. And when he found out Eleanor had her own flat, a new car, a good job at the council, and a father who owned a business suddenly, he became even more affectionate.

A year later, they had a lavish weddingall paid for by her father. Vincent didnt complain. In fact, he happily took a job as a salesman at one of his father-in-laws shops.

At first, married life felt like a fairy tale: holidays abroad, fancy dinners, gifts. Only one thing ruined itVincent never paid for anything. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then she started asking. Then begging.

“Why do I have to cover everything?” she complained to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, looked after.”

But Vincent just laughed.

“Dont be silly, love. Its fine. Dont overthink it.”

At work, he barely lifted a finger, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in his own account. Eleanor had no idea.

Then she got sick. Really sick. A month in the hospital. Her parents visited daily; Vincent, rarely. When she came home, she was shockedfilth, dishes piled up, rubbish everywhere.

“You didnt clean at all?!” she cried.

“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he shrugged.

“But I was in hospital, Vincent! And you expect me to clean now?!”

“Youre home now, arent you? So get on with it.”

Shaking with weakness, Eleanor called a cleaning service. The doctor warned herrecovery would take at least a year. Trying for a baby? Out of the question.

A year later, when doctors finally gave her the all-clear, she told Vincent, thrilled.

“Can you believe it? We can we can start trying!”

“Im busy. Nows not the right time,” he muttered, eyes glued to his game consolethe gift shed bought him, now his only interest.

Weeks passed. He ignored her. Until one day, he confessed:

“Look, Eleanor Im leaving. And I dont want a child with you.”

“What are you saying?!”

“I dont love you. Never did. I was with you because it was convenient. Flat, money, car. Now Im bored. I dont need you anymore.”

“Vincent, you cant do this after everything I fought through, everything I waited for!”

“Thats your problem. Im free.”

He zipped his suitcase, tossed in the console, and walked out.

Eleanor stopped eating, stopped sleeping. She just sat there, staring at nothing. Three days later, her worried parents showed up. Her dad, seeing her like that, could barely contain his fury.

They took her to their countryside home. Vincent was fired that same night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William, pulled some stringsevery penny in Vincents “savings” vanished.

Vincent had nothing leftno job, no home. He could barely afford a rented room. What next? He had no clue.

Eleanor, months later, found a new job. There, she met a man named James. He wasnt young, but he was decent, calmand from the very first glance, he treated her with respect and kindness.

Six months later, a miracle: two lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parentsand endless gratitude that, one day, shed found the strength to say “enough.”