As my due date nears in two weeks, I’m torn—excited for our baby, yet devastated by what just happened. I’m Mary, and my pregnancy has been overshadowed by a prank that shattered my trust.
Five years ago, Daniel and I began a happy marriage. But my lingering trauma from watching my childhood home burn has made me extremely anxious about fires. Daniel thought I was overreacting—even though the smoke and sirens still haunt me inside.
Lately, I’ve been obsessively checking outlets, the stove, candles—anything that could spark danger. Daniel dismissed it as paranoia. To cope, I just let him and his friends hang out while I retreated to bed.
Two nights ago, their harmless fun backfired. Daniel burst in screaming “Fire! Fire!” just to spook me. My instinct kicked in—I rushed downstairs, phone ready to call 911. But they were just laughing. A prank. At my deepest vulnerability.
I was furious. He apologized, but I felt betrayed. I locked myself away, called my dad, and he came to take me and my things. I’m heavily pregnant—I cannot endure fear-inducing “jokes,” especially now.
This morning, I filed for divorce. Daniel begs for forgiveness, but I’ve realized my well-being—and our baby’s safety—matter more than big promises. This isn’t about overreacting—it’s about being respected.
What would you do? Would you protect yourself and your child from someone who ignored your trauma—or would you give another chance?