I can’t put into words how devastated I am. My husband and I were so excited. We had just found out I was pregnant with our first baby — a dream come true. For weeks, I was careful and hopeful, picturing our future as a family. But then, everything fell apart.
One day, I started to notice some spotting. I told my husband, and at first, he seemed supportive. But as the days passed, the bleeding worsened. I was terrified but kept trying to stay strong. We went to the doctor, and my worst fear was confirmed: I was having a miscarriage.
I wanted him by my side, but he was distant. I begged for comfort, for reassurance that we would get through it together, but the more I reached out, the more he seemed to withdraw. Finally, he dropped a bombshell confession that shattered me completely — he admitted something I never expected: the miscarriage was partly because he had been hiding a secret that had affected me deeply.
He told me that before I even got pregnant, he’d been struggling with guilt over an affair he’d had months earlier, fearing it would destroy our marriage. This confession, coming at my lowest moment, felt like a betrayal so deep it crushed my heart altogether. I couldn’t tell if I was more angry or heartbroken. How could he hide something so huge while I was carrying our baby?
I stayed in the hospital, trying to heal physically and emotionally, but I was drowning in despair. Our home, once filled with hope, felt cold and empty. Now, I’m left wondering if we’ll ever recover from this. I desperately want to forgive him, but the pain is so raw that every memory hurts.
I don’t know if I’m the asshole for feeling so broken and distant from the man I once trusted with everything. Maybe I am for struggling with loving him again, but losing our first child and discovering his secret has changed everything for me.
