**”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 Baby**
When Eleanor came home from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea her life was about to change forever. As she opened the door, she called out, as usual:
“Darling, Im home!”
Silence. The house was eerily still.
“Strange He should be here by now,” she thought, heading to the bedroom.
She pushed the door open and froze. Vincent, her husband, was standing by the bed, hastily packing clothes into a suitcase.
“Vincent What are you doing?” she whispered, barely believing her eyes.
“Im leaving,” he said flatly, not even looking at her.
“Leaving? Why? Whats happened?”
“Its because of your father,” he snapped.
“My father? Whats he got to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt grasp the meaning behind his words, nor what was happening. Right before her eyes, the life shed poured 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 and friends all insisted it was time to settle down. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not getting any younger.” Eleanor began seeing every suitor as a potential husbandand that scared most men away.
But with Vincent, it was different. They were introduced at a café by a colleague, and the conversation flowed. He was polite, attentive. And when he found out Eleanor owned her flat, drove a new car, held a well-paid council job, and had a father who owned a business he suddenly became even more affectionate.
A year later, they had a lavish wedding, all paid for by her father. Vincent didnt complain. In fact, he gladly accepted a job as a salesman in his father-in-laws shop.
At first, married life seemed like a fairy tale: holidays abroad, fancy dinners, gifts. Only one thing spoiled itVincent never paid for anything. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then, she started asking. Eventually, she begged.
“Why do I have to cover everything?” she vented to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, protected.”
But Vincent just laughed.
“Dont be silly, love. Its fine. No need to fret.”
At work, he barely lifted a finger, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in his own account. Eleanor had no clue.
Then she fell seriously ill. She spent a month in hospital. Her parents visited daily; Vincent rarely did. When she came home, she was horrifiedfilth, unwashed dishes, rubbish strewn across the floor.
“You didnt clean at all?!” she gasped.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he said dismissively.
“But I was in hospital, Vincent! And you expect me to clean up after this?!”
“Youre home now, arent you? So deal with it.”
Shaking with weakness, she called a cleaning service. The doctor warned her recovery would take at least a year. Trying for a baby was out of the question.
A year later, when doctors finally gave the all-clear, she told her husband, tearful with joy.
“Can you believe it? We can We can finally start trying!”
“Im busy. Nows not a good time,” he muttered, eyes glued to his game consolethe one shed bought him, now his sole interest.
Weeks passed. He kept ignoring her. Then one day, he confessed:
“Listen, 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. The flat, the money, the car. Now Im done. I dont need you anymore.”
“Vincent, you cant do this After everything Ive fought for, all that waiting!”
“Your problem. Im free.”
He zipped up the suitcase, shoved the console inside, and walked out.
Eleanor stopped eating, stopped sleeping. She sat at home, staring into nothing. Three days later, her worried parents showed up. Her father, seeing her like that, barely contained his rage.
They took her to their countryside home. Vincent was fired that same night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William, made the necessary calls to freeze his son-in-laws accounts. Every penny of his “savings” vanished.
Vincent was left with nothingno job, no home. He barely had enough to rent a room. What to do next, he didnt know.
Months later, Eleanor found a new job. There, she met a man named James. He wasnt young, but he was decent, steady, and from the very first glance, treated her with kindness and respect.
Six months later, a miracle happenedtwo lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a phone call to her parents and endless gratitude for the day shed found the courage to say, “Enough.”
