With just two weeks until my due date, my heart is torn. I’m preparing to welcome my baby—while also deciding whether to leave my husband. My name is Mary, and this is the story of how one cruel night changed everything.
Daniel and I had been married five years. I thought things were perfect, despite our differences—especially my deep fear of fire, rooted in childhood trauma. He always brushed it off, calling me paranoid.
Then, two nights ago, he and his friends played a “prank” on me. Daniel burst into our bedroom screaming, “Fire! Fire!” I panicked—only to find out it was all a joke.
I was devastated. While heavily pregnant, he mocked my worst fear, knowing how deeply it affected me.
I called my dad, who came immediately. I packed my things and left.
The next day, I filed for divorce.
Daniel’s been begging for forgiveness, but the damage is done. This wasn’t just about me—it was about protecting my child from someone who doesn’t respect boundaries or trauma.
What would you do—walk away, or give him another chance?