Ithought I knew why my husband kept asking me to wait before having children. Then our neighbor started acting strangely, and I uncovered something that made his excuses sound very different.
I met my husband Tony at sixteen.
Family meant everything to me, especially after my father abandoned us when I was five.
He’d call occasionally.
“I’ll pick you up Saturday, sweetheart.”
“Promise?”
Family meant everything to me.
“Of course. And we’ll go somewhere fun.”
Every Saturday, I’d wait by the window.
My father was great at promises. Keeping them was another story.
When Tony and I were teenagers, he found me crying after Dad missed another visit.
“Still waiting for him?”
My father abandoned us.
“Not anymore.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because Mom works herself to death raising me alone, and he can’t even manage one Saturday.”
Tony sat beside me. “What do you want him to do?”
“Show up. Just once.” I wiped my eyes. “Someday, I want a house full of kids. Family dinners. A husband who actually comes home when he says he will.”
He can’t even manage one Saturday.
“You’ll have that.”
“You think?”
He took my hand. “I’ll make sure of it.”
We married when I was twenty.
Eight years later, we had a house, good jobs, and a happy marriage.
I want a house full of kids.
We just didn’t have the kids.
“Maybe next year,” Tony would say.
Then it became, “After I get this promotion.”
Then, “After we finish the renovations.”
I didn’t push.
We married when I was twenty.
“I just don’t want us struggling,” Tony said. “When we have a baby, I want to do it right.”
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