I’ll never forget the day I went to the hospital to pick up my wife Suzie and our twin babies. What I thought would be a happy meeting turned out to be a shocking surprise: Suzie had left behind only a vague note.
“Goodbye.” was written on the note. Watch out for them. “Ask your mum WHY she did that to me.” I was shocked. What did it mean? Why would Suzie just walk away? As I tried to make sense of what was going on, the questions kept going through my mind.
As I looked into the case more, I found a dark secret that was causing our family to fight. My mom had been mean to Suzie for years because she was always too controlling and critical. It was clear how mean my mother was from the letter I found, which was written in her handwriting.
“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son,” the letter said. You’ve got him stuck with this pregnancy, but don’t even think about trying to trick me. To protect their lives, you should leave before you hurt them. I was shocked. What kind of mother could be so heartless?
When I talked to my mom about what she did, she tried to explain herself. I knew I had to stand up for myself, though. I told her to leave our house and never come back. It was hard to make, but I knew I had to do it to keep my family safe.
After that, the months were a blur of late nights, nappy changes and constant fear. I was determined to find Suzie and bring her home, but every lead I followed led to nothing.
Then one day I got a text message from a number I didn’t know. The picture was of Suzie holding our kids at the hospital. “I wish I was the kind of mother they deserve,” the message said. I hope you can forgive me. My heart beat faster. Suzie was still living and thinking about us.
I tried to text and call her, but the number didn’t work. The picture and the note were all I had left, but they gave me hope.
After a year, I kept taking care of our kids and never gave up hope that Suzie would come back. Then, one night, someone knocked on the door. Susan stood there with a small gift bag in her hand and tears running down her face.
Over the next few weeks, we slowly and painfully put our relationship back together. Suzie told me that when my mum said mean things to her, they made her feel even worse about her postpartum depression. She left to keep our babies safe and to get away from the darkness that had taken over her.
As we worked through our problems, I realised that we could heal, but only if we both put in the work and dedication. We went to therapy, and little by little, our family started to come back together.
We did it together, even though it wasn’t easy. I knew our love was strong enough to get past even the darkest lies when I saw Suzie holding our twins.
