My Wife Left Me and Our Son When He Was a Baby, Calling Him a ‘Burden’ – Her Recent Message Made Me Go Pale
When my wife Vanessa resurfaced with a shocking secret a decade after she abandoned my disabled son and I, I faced a difficult choice. But, above all, I clung to Aiden for dear life, knowing that family bonds run deeper than biology.
I looked around the living room, cluttered with Aiden’s toys and medical equipment. The silence was thick. Vanessa’s words from that morning echoed in my head.
“I can’t do this anymore, James. I need my life back.”
“What are you saying?” I had asked, trying to process the shock.
“Aiden… I love him, but he’s a burden. I want out.”
But she’d already made up her mind. She packed her bags and left without looking back. That day, I became both mother and father to Aiden.
“Hey, buddy, you want to play with the blocks?” I called out to Aiden, who was in his wheelchair by the window. His bright eyes sparkled, and he gave a big smile.
“Dada, blocks!” he giggled, his hands flapping in excitement.
I set the blocks in front of him and watched as he tried to stack them with his limited mobility. It was moments like these that gave me strength. The exhaustion, the financial strain, the sleepless nights… none of it mattered when I saw Aiden’s progress.
Brian came over one evening, a six-pack in hand. “You holding up, man?”
“Trying my best,” I sighed. “It’s not easy.”
“Vanessa’s a piece of work, leaving you guys like that.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “But I’m not gonna let her mess with us anymore.”
“You’re doing great, James. Aiden’s lucky to have you.”
I nodded, trying to believe it myself. Lucy, our neighbor, often dropped by with meals and offered to babysit. Without Brian and Lucy, I didn’t know how I’d manage.
Ten years passed. One night, I got an email from Vanessa. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding.
