😦 We adopted a three-year-old child, but during his first bath, my husband told me we couldn’t keep him. His explanation left me speechless.
I’ve been married for five years. Throughout all this time, I had lost hope of becoming a mother. My husband and I decided to adopt a child. The adoption process was long and sometimes discouraging, but we were finally able to adopt a little boy, three years old.
He was very shy, but from our first meeting, he immediately bonded with us. That moment, so precious, will forever be etched in my memory.
The big day finally arrived, and I was filled with joy and anticipation. My husband and I took our little boy and brought him home, ready to start a new life. During his first bath, my husband, a little nervous but excited, offered to take care of it. I let him handle it.
A few minutes later, I heard screams coming from the bathroom. My heart immediately tightened. I ran to the door, scared of what I might discover.
When I opened the door, he looked at me, shocked and lost, and uttered these chilling words: “We can’t keep him. We need to return him.”
I stood frozen, unable to understand. How, in just a few minutes, could everything have changed? It was impossible to grasp. He looked distressed, but I couldn’t imagine that our dream, which had just begun, could shatter so suddenly.
I asked him for an explanation, and when he told me everything, I stood there, still in shock.
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With a trembling voice, my husband explained that he had seen a birthmark, exactly like the one his ex-girlfriend had, on the boy’s back.
He confessed that he was convinced this child was his, the one he had before his relationship with her ended abruptly.
He told me he needed to “check,” but that for now, he wasn’t ready to accept a child who might be “tied to his past.”
I listened to him, but I couldn’t bear what he had just said.
It was too much.
I looked at him, my heart broken, and told him that it was over and that he had to leave.
I had made my decision.
No matter his past, this little boy was now my son, and I would keep him.
There was no question of sending him back.
He had found a family, and that family was me.
