I was dating a young man, and everything was going wonderfully. We made the decision to get married.
I found myself pregnant, and he was very happy to hear the news. However, after the baby was born, he claimed that he wasn’t ready to become a father and disappeared from my life.
I was left alone with the baby. It was very challenging for me, and my parents came to my aid.
After 6 months, I met a man. He was from Italy, he loved me, and I was deeply in love with him. We had beautiful plans for the future.
After he proposed, he invited me to move to his home country. I was thrilled, but he demanded that I leave my son behind when I went. My son didn’t fit into his plans.
He explained that he wouldn’t take care of someone else’s child and gave me a month to think it over. He had already bought the plane tickets.
He made it a condition that if I didn’t agree to leave my baby, our paths would part.
It was very difficult for me, yet this choice was forced upon me. I decided to follow him, not wanting to miss the opportunity to find happiness.
I didn’t think about my child, what would become of him, how and where he would grow up.
I held my little boy in my arms, kissed him, put him in his crib, and called my friend to tell him that I was following him. He came to join me.
I then called my mother to explain that I was getting married and leaving my child, asking her to take care of him.
When I arrived at the airport, I changed my mind, realizing that I had made a serious mistake.
Throughout the journey to the airport, all I could think about was my son, realizing that I couldn’t abandon him.
I immediately returned home by taxi; my little boy was peacefully asleep. He had no idea that his mom had planned to leave him against her will.
I’m grateful to God that I came to my senses; otherwise, I would never have forgiven myself. I am first and foremost a mother, and only then a woman.