I was completely in love with my wife, Anna.
When she showed me a positive pregnancy test, I was filled with excitement. We spent months discussing names, preparing the nursery, and dreaming about the life we would share with our daughter.
It all felt like a dream come true.
Then, after Sophie was born, everything shifted.
Anna became distant. She barely interacted with our baby, hardly even looked at me. She seemed detached. My mom reassured me that it was normal, that Anna just needed time to adjust.
But then, one night, Sophie’s cries woke me up. I reached out to Anna—
Her side of the bed was empty.
There was only a note.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
And she was gone.
I didn’t have time to process it. No time to feel angry, sad, or heartbroken. Suddenly, I was both father and mother to Sophie.
And somehow, she healed me.
She gave me purpose, even while my heart remained broken.
For Sophie’s first birthday, I planned a big celebration. Balloons, cake, family, friends—it was perfect.
Until, I saw someone standing at the edge of the yard.
Anna.
She hesitated, her eyes full of regret, before quietly saying:
“I want to see my daughter.”
The Moment of Truth
The laughter and chatter stopped. My fists clenched.
“You left.” My voice was steady but low.
“I know,” she whispered. “But I—”
“No calls. No visits. Not even a single damn text, Anna.”
She swallowed, struggling to speak. “I was sick, Jack. I had… postpartum depression. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until it was too late.”
My heart ached. I knew about PPD. I had read about it. My mom had even mentioned it. But—
“You didn’t even TRY to come back. Not for a whole year.”
Anna wiped away a tear. “I was ashamed. I thought you’d never forgive me.”
I glanced at Sophie, playing with her cake, oblivious.
“It’s not me you should be asking forgiveness from.”
Anna’s lips quivered. “Please… let me see her.”
I took a deep breath. I had spent a year angry at her. But now, standing here, I was uncertain of what I felt.
Could I let her return? Did Sophie deserve to know her mother?
Or was it too late?