It was exactly like it sounds. Eight months pregnant and with a sick four-year-old, I had to take my son, Ethan, to the hospital because my husband, Mark, couldn’t miss his friend Jessica’s birthday party.

One evening, Ethan complained of severe stomach pains. I begged Mark to take us to the hospital, but he refused, prioritizing the party over our son’s health. Desperate, I called an Uber and rushed to the emergency room.

At the hospital, Ethan was diagnosed with appendicitis and needed emergency surgery. I tried calling Mark, but he ignored my calls. Alone and scared, I watched over Ethan, my heart breaking.

The surgery was successful, but I realized this was the final straw. I decided to take a stand. Returning home, I gathered the medical bills, Uber receipts, and photos of our hospital ordeal. I packed Mark’s essentials into a suitcase and changed the locks.

I left a note for Mark, explaining that his neglect had led to this decision and attached copies of the hospital photos. I sent messages to our close family and friends, detailing what had happened.

When Mark returned, he was shocked and pleaded for another chance. I remained firm, stating that I needed to prioritize our children and myself. His actions had shattered my trust.

As the new day dawned, I felt a sense of calm. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I was ready to move on and build a life where my children and I were truly valued.