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Svetlana’s Declaration: ‘Natalya Stepanivna, I Won’t Live With Your Son—Pass That On,’ She Said

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“Natalie, tell your son I wont be living with him anymore,” said Emily, her voice steady.

“Who else will have you, with a child in tow?” her mother-in-law scoffed. “I dont see a queue of princes waiting at the gate.”

Emily packed her daughter Lilys things methodicallywarm clothes first, shoes next. She had already stuffed her own bag with the bare essentials. The rest could wait.

She wasnt crying anymore. One sleepless night had been enough to make her decision: she and Daniel had to separate.

She heard him come home late, stumbling through the hall. He peeked into their bedroom, then pushed open Lilys door. Emily pretended to sleep.

In the morning, before work, Daniel hesitated outside the nursery, shifting his weight, but didnt dare enter. Hed talk to her later, he thought.

But there would be no conversation. Within half an hour, Emily called a taxi and left with two-year-old Lily for her parents house.

After last night, she never wanted to see Daniel again.

She had grown used to his Friday night binges. But yesterday was Wednesday. Worse still, shed asked him to come home early to watch Lily while she met a friendSophie had promised to help her find remote work.

Seeing his state, Emily couldnt leave Lily with him. She called Sophie to cancel.

“Who are you calling? What meeting?” Daniel had snapped, his breath sour.

“Sophie. We were supposed to meet, but I cant leave Lily with you like this.”

“Why not?”

“Look at yourself. Go sleep it offyou have work tomorrow.” She turned toward the kitchen.

“Stop!” He grabbed her arm. “Whats wrong with how I am? Had a drink with the lads, its Steves birthday. Big deal, *princess*. I decide when I come home. Got it?”

She yanked free. “Youre hurting me! Have you lost your mind?”

He staggered, nearly fell. Then his fist struck her nose.

Emily clutched her face. Daniel, seemingly shocked by his own actions, let go and stammered something. She didnt wait to hear it.

“Big deal, *princess*!” he shouted again, slamming the door behind him.

*Princess*his mothers nickname for her. Natalie had never approved.

“Twenty-one and still leaching off her parents! Studying! At her age, I already had one child and another on the way,” shed sneered. “House, husband, responsibilities*she* just swans about. Youll suffer with her, Danny.”

Emilys parents had warned her too.

“Wheres the rush? Daniel isnt the last man on earth! Live together if you must, but thinkcan you really spend your life with him? Look at his family. *Then* decide.”

She had decided. And realized her mistake within six months. She couldve left, but pride kept her. Then she fell pregnant.

Lilys birth changed nothing. To Daniel, housework and childcare were *her* domain.

“Other women manage. Do you just nap all day?” hed say.

“Lilys teething. I ordered groceries. Cant you make pasta? Or hold her while I cook?”

The rose-tinted glasses had shattered long ago. Her mothers warnings echoed louder.

Shed nearly left a few times. Daniel always promised to change. Shed believed himuntil last night.

Now, she wouldnt stay with a man who raised his hand to her. And she wouldnt let Lily grow up thinking that was normal.

Her parents saw the taxi pull up.

“Rob, lookEmilys here. With bags. Help her with the suitcase,” her mother said.

Inside, Emily removed her sunglasses. Her left eye was swollen, a bruise blooming beneath it.

“Daniel did this?” her mother gasped.

Emily nodded.

“Ill sort him out,” her father growled, reaching for his coat.

“No, Dad,” Emily stopped him. “Ill punish him my way. Just help me get our things from his flatLilys cot too.”

Her father and uncle fetched their belongings, then took Emily to A&E.

“If you report him, the hospital record wont be enough. Youll need a forensic exam,” her uncle explained.

“Well book it tomorrow,” her father said.

Daniel came home with flowers and a teddy. The flat was empty.

He called Emilyher phone was off. Then her mother answered his call.

“Yes, Emily and Lily are here. Dont come roundmy husbands fists are itching. Shell file for divorce herself.”

Daniel kept trying. Even lurked outside her parents house. But Emily ignored his calls, only taking Lily to the garden.

A week later, divorce papers arrived. Then Natalie appeared at the gate.

“I wont speak to her,” Emily said.

“You should,” her mother insisted. “Close this properly.”

Natalie wasted no time. “Divorcing over a slap? You provoked him! Men drinkwait till they sober up.”

“He *hit* me.”

“Then you pushed him to it. Abandon your marriage? Leave your child fatherless?”

“Natalie, I wont live with your son. Tell him that.”

“Wholl want you with a child? No princes lining up here.”

“Ill manage.”

“Then dont expect his flat or maintenance,” Natalie sneered.

“I dont want his flat. But Ill claim child supportand the court will side with me.”

They did. The medical evidence sped up the divorce. Daniel was ordered to pay maintenanceplus £400 monthly for Emily until Lily turned three.

Five years later, Lily stood in her school uniform, clutching a bouquet. Her grandparents and mother watched proudly.

“Will Daddy come?” Lily asked.

“Hell be here,” Emily said, waving at a tall man pushing through the crowd.

But it wasnt Daniel. Three years ago, Emily had married James, a colleague. Now, they were expecting another child.

Daniel remained alone. There had been women, but whenever things turned serious, someone always mentioned why his first wife left.

Small towns have long memories. And his nickname*Punch-Drunk Dan*stuck.

Maybe one day, a woman would overlook it. But for now, the boomerang had returned. Some call it karmafew argue when it strikes.

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