Meu marido me disse que nos expulsaria se eu tivesse uma menina – História do dia

Quando engravidei do nosso segundo filho, meu marido me disse que, se não fosse um herdeiro homem, ele me expulsaria de casa, junto com minha filha. Tive que fazer uma troca, mas anos depois esse ato terrível me atingiu.

Meu marido e eu planejávamos ter outro filho. “Meu sonho é ser pai de dois”, ele costumava dizer. Nossa filha mais velha e única estava prestes a completar 7 anos, então achamos que seria um ótimo momento para tentar ter outro filho, para que ela pudesse aproveitar o irmãozinho (ou irmãzinha?) enquanto ambos eram crianças.

Depois que minha menstruação atrasou mais de 5 semanas, decidi marcar uma consulta com meu clínico geral e ele me deu a notícia. “Parabéns, Chrissy! Você está grávida!”, e nós dois ficamos muito felizes!

O médico me disse que eu estava esperando uma menina e fiquei desesperada. | Fonte: Shutterstock

O médico me disse que eu estava esperando uma menina e fiquei desesperada. | Fonte: Shutterstock

Mas meu marido me disse algo que nunca tinha me dito antes. Eu já tinha tido Jessy e, depois de saber da minha gravidez, ele me disse que não aguentava mais uma mulher em casa. Então, se eu não der à luz um herdeiro homem, devo sair de casa.

Durante um exame de ultrassom de rotina, me disseram que era uma menina. Eu não sabia o que dizer ao meu marido, então menti. Quando cheguei em casa, ele me perguntou: “Como foi o exame? O que o médico disse?”

Descobri que estava esperando uma menina após um exame de ultrassom. | Fonte: Pexel

Descobri que estava esperando uma menina após um exame de ultrassom. | Fonte: Pexel

“Aham…”, respondi. “Bem, ele disse que ainda não está claro. Vamos descobrir durante o trabalho de parto.” Chegou o dia e, quando estávamos indo para a maternidade, meu marido chegou com duas malas cheias de coisas.

“Para que isso, John?”, perguntei. “Você achou que eu estava brincando? Se você tiver uma namorada, nunca mais vai pôr os pés nesta casa!”

Só Deus sabe o quanto eu estava assustada. Mal conseguia me concentrar no trabalho de parto. Havia outra mulher na enfermaria comigo e ela também daria à luz naquele dia. Eu podia ouvi-la e o marido conversando. “Quero ter uma menina”, disse ela.

Marido e mulher estavam felizes com o novo bebê, independentemente do sexo. | Fonte: Pexel

Marido e mulher estavam felizes com o novo bebê, independentemente do sexo. | Fonte: Pexel

“Querida”, o marido olhou para ela, “não importa se é menino ou menina. O que importa é que vamos ser pais!”

Eu queria que o John fosse tão amoroso quanto esse homem. Ele amaria a filha como ela é, independentemente do gênero. Infelizmente, a minha realidade era diferente.

A enfermeira trocou os bebês depois que eu implorei. | Fonte: Pexel

A enfermeira trocou os bebês depois que eu implorei. | Fonte: Pexel

A mulher deu à luz primeiro e era um menino. Eu senti que não tinha outras opções. Então, abordei uma das enfermeiras e pedi que ela conversasse em particular. Assinei um cheque de alguns milhares de dólares e implorei que ela trocasse os bebês!

Ela ficou um pouco hesitante no começo, mas viu meu desespero e provavelmente se sentiu mal por mim, então disse sim.

Enfermeira traz o bebê Jimmy para mim e meu marido. | Fonte: Unsplash

Enfermeira traz o bebê Jimmy para mim e meu marido. | Fonte: Unsplash

Quando ela chegou com o menino nos braços, pensei que tinha tomado a decisão certa. O casal ao meu lado estava feliz com a filhinha e meu marido estava feliz com o nosso menino. E ele estava realmente contente com o herdeiro.

Ele passava quase o dia inteiro brincando com Jimmy e, quando ficou um pouco mais velho, prometeu ao filho que lhe ensinaria tudo o que sabia.

Jimmy começou a se sentir tonto e cansado e só havia uma coisa que poderia salvá-lo. | Fonte: Pexel

Jimmy começou a se sentir tonto e cansado e só havia uma coisa que poderia salvá-lo. | Fonte: Pexel

Mas quando nosso filho cresceu, começou a reclamar de dor, tontura e fadiga extrema. Então, decidimos levá-lo ao médico. Descobrimos que ele estava doente e precisava de uma transfusão de sangue. No entanto, a transfusão precisava ser de um membro da família.

Nosso sangue não era compatível e meu marido descobriu que não era o pai, então achou que eu o estava traindo! Ele me expulsou de casa, junto com a Jessy, no momento mais difícil, e eu não sabia o que fazer.

Fui expulsa de casa enquanto meu filho estava doente e eu não sabia o que fazer. | Fonte: Unsplash

Fui expulsa de casa enquanto meu filho estava doente e eu não sabia o que fazer. | Fonte: Unsplash

Se eu pedisse ajuda aos pais biológicos do meu filho, seria punida. Mas quando o médico me disse que não tinha muito tempo e que só uma transfusão de sangue poderia salvar Jimmy, eu não podia deixá-lo assim.

Engoli meu orgulho e fui atrás do Sr. e da Sra. Willard. Eles concordaram em ajudar meu filho, mas eu estava prestes a enfrentar as consequências. A Sra. Willard ficou muito agressiva e chorou quando me perguntou: “Como você pôde fazer isso?!” e ameaçou a mim e à minha família. Mas Jimmy pediu que não prestassem queixa e eles concordaram.

Jimmy foi hospitalizado enquanto aguardava transfusão. | Fonte: Pexel

Jimmy foi hospitalizado enquanto aguardava transfusão. | Fonte: Pexel

Todos me viraram as costas. Minha filha Jessy e minha filha biológica, criada pelos Willards, disseram que eu era nojenta.

Todas as reações negativas? Claro, elas me fizeram sentir uma péssima mãe. Para ser sincera, eu não me importava naquele momento. A única coisa que importava para mim era salvar a vida do meu filho.

Jimmy me perdoou pelo que fiz. | Fonte: Unsplash

Jimmy me perdoou pelo que fiz. | Fonte: Unsplash

Meu amado filho Jimmy finalmente recebeu alta do hospital. Ele viu o quanto eu estava arrasada com toda aquela situação.

Ele veio até mim, segurou minha mão, enxugou minhas lágrimas e disse: “Mãe, eu não me importo com o que os outros dizem. Para mim, você é uma mãe maravilhosa. Você sabia que seria punida, mas mesmo assim agiu!” “Eu te amo, Jimmy! Você é meu filho e foi a melhor coisa que poderia ter me acontecido!”

Por fim, minha filha Jessy e até minha filha biológica, de quem me aproximei mais tarde, me perdoaram.

Meus filhos Jimmy e Jessy cozinhando juntos. | Fonte: Unsplash

Meus filhos Jimmy e Jessy cozinhando juntos. | Fonte: Unsplash

Eles viam meu amor por Jimmy, apesar dos meus erros do passado. Eu sabia que ainda tinha muita coisa para consertar.

O que podemos aprender com essa história?

  1. A verdade sempre prevalece. As intenções de Chrissy eram as melhores, mas ela só conseguiu sustentar tal mentira por um tempo. O carma sempre encontra um jeito de fazer a verdade vir à tona.
  2. Defenda a sua verdade . Como John não queria uma filha, Chrissy deveria ter se defendido e defendido a filha. Um bom homem sempre amará sua filha, independentemente do gênero.

Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Ela pode inspirar outras pessoas a compartilharem suas próprias histórias ou a ajudarem outras pessoas.

I Was Always Invisible Until the Most Handsome Man at Work Noticed Me but the Truth Shattered My Heart — Story of the Day

He never even knew my name until one day, he did. Suddenly, the most charismatic man in the office was everywhere, flashing his perfect smile and asking me out. But why now? Something didn’t add up. And when I finally discovered the reason, it shattered me.

When no one notices you, at first, it hurts. You try to change the situation. Then, you accept it. And eventually, you even find an advantage in it.

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That day, I sat at my desk, watching as my male colleagues swarmed around our new coworker, Claire.

She was obviously attractive, so their reaction wasn’t surprising. But when Mark approached her, the others quickly backed off.

I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched. Mark was the most handsome and charismatic man in the office—I was convinced even other men wouldn’t mind if he took them to bed.

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He flirted with Claire, and she giggled at his jokes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

At that moment, Anthony, my boss, approached me. “Sara, do you remember our new project?” he asked, glancing at the laptop screen in front of me.

“Yes, of course. I’m leading it,” I replied, adjusting my glasses.

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“I’m counting on you,” Anthony said with a nod, his tone full of expectation.

I worked at an IT company, and we were launching a new dating app. Anthony had chosen me to lead the project because, no matter how unnoticeable I was, my work results were the best.

He had also offered me an opportunity to work abroad at one of our other branches, but I declined, even though the salary would have been much higher.

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During lunch, I noticed an irritated Mark walking up to Anthony. Curious about what had upset our golden boy this time, I decided to eavesdrop.

“Who did you assign the dating app to?” Mark asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Sara. Is there a problem?” Anthony replied, sounding amused.

“Sara? We don’t have anyone by that name,” Mark scoffed, and I felt my jaw tighten.

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“She’s sitting right over there,” Anthony said, pointing at me. I continued pretending not to hear them, keeping my eyes fixed on my screen.

“I thought I’d be handling the dating app. This isn’t fair,” Mark protested, folding his arms across his chest.

“To my office. Now,” Anthony ordered.

I finished my lunch just in time to see Mark walking out of Anthony’s office, looking pleased with himself.

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I had no idea what they had discussed, but no one had told me I was off the project, so I remained calm, though a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my mind.

The next day, Mark approached me with his signature smile, hovering over my desk like a shadow. I gave him a questioning look.

“Sonia…” he began, leaning in slightly.

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“Sara,” I corrected him, not bothering to hide my irritation.

“Right. Sara.” He chuckled, as if amused by his own mistake. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual charm.

“I already ate,” I replied flatly, typing away at my keyboard.

“Then how about a drink after work?” he suggested, tilting his head.

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I turned to face him. “You didn’t even know my name a minute ago. I bet you didn’t even know I worked here,” I said, recalling his conversation with Anthony. “What’s this really about?”

“I just thought it’d be nice to hang out with a lovely colleague,” Mark said smoothly, flashing that infamous smirk that made other women melt.

I scoffed.

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“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he insisted, his persistence almost amusing.

“I have a lot of work,” I said, turning back to my computer.

Mark lingered for a moment before sighing and walking away, but I could feel his eyes on me for a few seconds longer than necessary.

As usual, I stayed late at the office. But when I finally looked up from my screen, I was surprised to see Mark still there. Normally, by the time I finished, the office was empty.

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I stood up, gathered my things, and headed to the elevator. Mark did the same. He followed me, and the whole thing felt strange.

We stepped into the elevator, and it started moving. Then, suddenly, it stopped.

“What’s going on? Are we stuck?” I asked, pressing a few buttons.

“Looks like it,” Mark replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

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I pressed the emergency button and explained the situation. The response came: we’d have to wait about two hours.

Mark sighed and sat on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. After a moment, I did the same.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, tilting his head toward me.

“What?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

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“What’s funny?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Come on, I’ve worked here for years, and most people don’t even know I exist. Why the sudden interest?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I’m just curious,” he said, shrugging.

“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I countered, narrowing my eyes.

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“Oh, please. You probably know everything about me already,” Mark smirked. “Everyone does.”

That made me laugh again. “That confidence.”

“What? Is that a bad thing?” he asked, grinning.

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“No, not if it’s real. But being invisible has given me an advantage—I notice things. And you, Mark, are nothing but an act. A performer trying to mask his insecurities with fake confidence. So what’s behind all of it? Daddy issues? Mommy didn’t pay attention to you?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.

“Oh, screw you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

We sat in silence for a while until Mark finally spoke again.

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“My dad left us when I was three. My mom raised me alone. Then, when I was a teenager, he suddenly came back and tried to mold me into his perfect son. I guess I’m still trying to prove something to him,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.

“I get it,” I said, my voice softer now.

Mark looked at me curiously.

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“My mom left us. My dad raised me alone. But she never came back. The last time I saw her, I was thirteen. She told me she was ashamed I was her daughter because, at my age, she had been way more popular,” I said, my throat tightening slightly at the memory.

“She’s an idiot,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I asked Anthony about you. You have the best results in the company. I thought I did. And you’re beautiful, even if your lack of confidence hides it.”

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“Guess everyone copes with trauma differently,” I said, managing a small smile.

“Guess so,” Mark replied.

Just then, the elevator started moving again. When we stepped out, Mark grabbed my wrist.

“How about that drink now?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.

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“If you’re going to be the guy from the elevator, then fine. But if you’re putting the mask back on, I’ll pass,” I said, tilting my head slightly.

“I’ll try to be myself,” Mark promised.

And so, we went to a bar. Then the next day. And the next. Before I knew it, we were spending time together every day—even on weekends.

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I saw a different side of Mark. The real him. The one who was afraid of spiders and teared up when a dog died in a movie.

One evening, I couldn’t resist anymore—I kissed him. And the moment I did, I knew it was right. With him, I felt like myself.

One day at the office, I stood outside Anthony’s office and heard voices inside. I hadn’t planned to listen, but I couldn’t help it.

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“I told you—I know how to win someone over,” Mark said.

“I didn’t think Sara would fall for it. But you win—the dating app project is yours,” Anthony replied.

“Thanks, but—” Mark started, but I wasn’t listening anymore.

I turned and rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My breath came in quick, uneven bursts. My hands shook. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them.

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He had lied. He had tricked me to take my job. Every moment we had spent together had been a performance. And I was the fool who believed it. Worse—I had started falling for him.

I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not over him.

I wiped my face, fixed my makeup, and straightened my blazer. Then, I walked straight to Anthony’s office.

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“Oh, Sara, I was just about to talk to you,” he said, looking up from his desk.

“I’d like to accept your offer to work abroad. If it’s still available,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

“It is. What changed your mind?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You were right—there are more opportunities for me there,” I said.

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He studied me for a moment. “When can you leave?”

“Tomorrow,” I replied.

“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. You can take the rest of the day off to pack.”

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I thanked him and walked out. My hands clenched around my bag. I saw Mark heading toward me.

I didn’t slow down. I grabbed my things and stepped into the elevator before he could reach me.

By morning, I was in a taxi headed to the airport. Music played in my headphones, drowning everything else out.

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I watched the city blur past. Then, in my window, I saw Mark’s car pull up alongside mine.

He motioned for me to roll down the window. I ignored him. He honked. Annoyed, I lowered it.

“What? Are you here to tell me more lies?” I shouted.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

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“I know about your deal with Anthony. If I fell for you, you’d get the dating app project,” I said.

“No—I mean, yes, that was the deal. But not anymore. Everything changed when I started spending time with you,” Mark said.

“More lies! I can’t believe I fell for you, that I even started to have feelings for you!” I yelled.

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“Really?” Mark asked.

I just rolled up the window and turned away.

A second later, he swerved his car in front of mine, blocking the road. My taxi and other cars behind us came to a halt, their horns blaring in frustration.

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It was chaos. Mark hurried over, pulled open my door, and looked at me desperately.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I turned down the dating app project.”

“Don’t lie,” I said, stepping out of the taxi.

“I’m not lying. It’s the truth,” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”

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“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because you’re the only person I can be real with. The only one I don’t have to pretend around,” Mark said. “That’s why I won’t let you get on that damn plane.”

“No one asked for your opinion,” I said.

“I’m falling for you too, Sara. Please,” he begged.

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My mind screamed at me to get back in the taxi, go to the airport, and forget Mark.

But my heart had already decided. My feet moved before I could stop them, bringing me closer to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

“I see you, Sara. And I will never let you feel invisible again,” Mark whispered before kissing me again.

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