**”I Dont Need You Anymore”: How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother**
When Eleanor returned from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea her life was about to change forever. Pushing open the door, she called out as usual:
“Darling, I’m home!”
Silence. The house was oddly still.
“Strange He should be here by now,” she thought, heading to the bedroom.
She pushed the door open and froze. Vincent, her husband, stood by the bed, hastily packing clothes into a suitcase.
“Vincent What are you doing?” she whispered, unable to believe her eyes.
“Leaving,” he replied flatly, not even glancing at her.
“Leaving? Why? Whats happened?”
“Its because of your father,” he snapped.
“My father? Whats he got to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt make sense of his words, the meaning, or 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. Back then, 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 began seeing every suitor as a potential husbandand that scared most men away.
But with Vincent, it was different. Theyd been 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 senior position at the council, and had a businessman for a father he suddenly became even more affectionate.
A year later, they had a lavish weddingall paid for by her father. Vincent didnt complain. Quite the oppositehe eagerly accepted a job as a sales manager at one of his father-in-laws shops.
At first, married life seemed 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. Finally, she begged.
“Why do I have to cover everything?” she complained to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, cherished.”
But Vincent just laughed.
“Dont be silly, love. Its fine. Stop worrying about it.”
At work, he barely did a thing, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in his own account. Eleanor had no idea.
Then she fell seriously ill. A month in the hospital. Her parents visited daily; Vincent, rarely. When she finally came home, she was shockedfilth, piled-up dishes, rubbish everywhere.
“You didnt clean?!” she gasped.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he said dismissively.
“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. And trying for a baby? Out of the question.
A year later, when the doctors finally gave her the all-clear, she told her husband, thrilled.
“Can you believe it? We can We can start trying now!”
“Im busy. Nows not the right time,” he muttered, eyes glued to his gaming consolethe one shed bought him, now his greatest interest.
Weeks passed. He kept ignoring 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. The flat, the money, the car. Now Im done. I dont need you anymore.”
“Vincent, you cant do this After everything Ive fought for, waited for!”
“Your problem. Im free.”
He zipped up his suitcase, tossed in the console, 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 held back his rage.
They took her to their countryside house. Vincent was fired that same night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William Carter, pulled a few strings and froze his son-in-laws accounts. Every last penny of his “savings” vanished.
Vincent had nothing leftno job, no home. He barely scraped together enough to rent a dingy room. What next? He had no idea.
Months later, Eleanor found a new job. There, she met a man named James. He wasnt young, but he was honest, steady, and from the very first glance, treated her with kindness and respect.
Six months later, a miracletwo lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parentsand endless gratitude for the day shed found the courage to say, “Enough.”
