‘I’m Divorcing You’: The Shocking Kinder Surprise I Got After Telling My Husband I Was Pregnant – Story of the Day

I had longed over the years to hold a positive result of the pregnancy test. How I wanted to break it to Clay and think how he would take it. However, I did not make it a celebration but discovered Kinder Surprise on the door instead. The note was not a toy in the inside, but a crushing revelation of a world: I am divorcing you.

This was what I had dreamed about years. With every passing second waiting of the test result was a life time. I waited as I walked back and forth in the bathroom in the grip of the stick, my palms moist.

What will happen to be negative once more? And what happens to be imagining some symptoms?
As soon as I could see those two lines come up, everything seemed to fade away.

The tears wet my eyes and the happiness clouded my mind. I muttered, to myself, at last. It’s real. It’s happening.”

I could shake so hard it was nearly impossible to hold the test. Examining it and allowing myself to be convinced, I looked at it in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Years and years and years of attempts, heartbreaks, after heartbreaks–that was my moment.

I said: Clay will be delighted.

I quickly took my phone, took the picture of the test and sent him. I stepped back on send.
Perhaps I would be better just explaining to him face to face? Specialize it?

but the excitement was not to be restrained.

My telephone message was:

I am the happiest girl alive. Dial me when you can!”

Hours passed. No reply. I constantly looked at my phone.
Perhaps, he is busy in a meeting.

Eventually, when the evening rolled up, I dialled his phone. Nobody answered. I had texted some further, and got no response.

I did my best to remain composure as I told myself that he was probably busy. Nevertheless, the loneliness of our empty house was over unbearable because I slept in bed without him.

On the following morning I awoke to the sound of a rustling at the door. When I opened it I found a Kinder Surprise egg. I couldn t help smiling.

He is playing catch up last night.

I broke it open with high anticipation assuming a sweet note or some small trifle. In place of this there lay a sheet of paper unrolled in my hands.

I am divorcing you.

I could feel the words look back at me and they were harsh and hard. I collapsed to the ground with my legs.

How should he? Why now?

My MIL, Margaret, was residing with us quite a long time. Clay made her move in with her ever since her health began to deteriorate. Living with her had not been that rosy. There was a way in which Margaret brought herself about to be felt in all corners of the house.

Mostly I did not look up the morning when she shuffled into the kitchen, her slippers treading lightly over the floor. My knuckles had turned white with tension as I sat at the table fumbling with the note.

What ails you, Emma? she said, her voice very low, You are pale, you know.”

I did not expect her worry. Margaret was hardly ever kind with me but just somewhere in that flash of the moment I expected that she could come to my rescue.

It is Clay, I managed to stammer. He he left me.
Her brows formed in a knot which appeared to be seriously concerned. “Left you? Why? That does not ring his true.
With a light touch of her hand on mine she drew a chair and sat down. “What happened?”

I was not so sure whether I should trust her. The words still flowed out.

I told them I was pregnant, and tears are rolling in the eye. I expected that he would be pleased. But rather than… he left this.”

The very moment of Margaret began to offer sympathetic feelings, it could hardly be appreciated when they were chilled very soon. She sat more erect, and her eyes glared. “Pregnant? That’s impossible.”
I blinked. What do ye mean?

The son is not able to give birth, she said. The physicians informed him several years earlier. What that means is that. You turned traitor to him.”

“No!” Yes, I said, shaking my head. That is not the case. It would be impossible that…”

She broke in with a thinning of her lips. Emma, don not lie to me. You did not get back home two weeks ago. That, is your answer is it? It was somebody with you.”

I remained paralysed and the image of that night came back…

I went to see Sarah two weeks ago because I needed some time off. We have spent hours laughing and talking but then Sarah fell ill. There was a generous stranger who had assisted us, provided me with a ride in the case that I misplaced my wallet.

I had a bite of chocolate and was light-headed. Then all turned dark. All this was a blur after that. I woke up on his couch and was disoriented and mortified.

I ran out of his house without even wording a sound, all I wanted was to forget that embarrassing scene. I had persuaded myself that nothing had taken place, that it was not worth recollecting. I did not tell anybody, not even Clay. Pretending that it had not happened was easier.

Back in the present I shuddered because the memory popped back in my mind. Margaret gave me her overpowering gaze.

Nothing occurred, I said to myself.

And the seed of the doubt was sown.

I must know the truth at all cost no matter how painful.

Late in the evening Clay came home. I had been sitting on the couch with my eyes glued on the door, and my heart has been jerking inside me each time I seem to hear steps on the outside.

I sprang up when the lock clicked at last. Confusion, perhaps hesitation, had been written into his face.
Clay, I said, and my voice broke as I started to cry after days and days of weeping. We have got to talk.

He did not answer immediately; only put his keys down on the counter, and did not look at me.

he said at last, I got your messages.

I said, Clay, it belong to you, and I went up to him. Yet thou wert very wrong In kind In jesting with the Kinder… Why to you did that?”

He grew blue. Emma, don!t! I am not conversant with that. Why do you run away with this? I’m infertile. You’ve cheated. It’s over.”

I was about to answer when sharp voice of Margaret broke the silence. Stop this bablings! It was the Kinder egg belonging to me.”

Clay and I both turned to her, as much surprised as ourselves.

“What?” pipes Clay, said he rising. What are you saying, mom?

Margaret was very dramatic; her hair was impeccably arranged, and she tried to defuse the growing tension with a hand swipe. I hoped, she, with the hint of your coming, would have cleared out. Her

stubbornness was underestimated by me.”
I gaped. Clay reddened turning to me.

You went to see friend two weeks back. And you really think I am stupid?”
My face was full of tears when I attempted defense. Clay, listen, baby! There was nothing on that night. I am able to say it all.”

But he did not listen. His voice got louder as he spoke. I will not have this child Emma! Get out!”

Best, Clay, best, Margaret said, with dripping satisfaction. You are much better off.

This was no more. I could not stand it any longer. I located my papers, took money and darted to the door.
Several hours later I walked out of the tiny apartment of Sarah approaching my suitcase which was still half-packed, and a head full of new questions that I could not shake any more. I needed to have an encounter with the man of that evening in order to help me get hold of the nature of memory which had not settled yet.

We had coffee in a closed cafe. George promptly appeared, and the stillness which he brought with him parted the storm within me. He was somewhat above the medium height, and very kind and serious looking, in such a way as to make me feel perfectly easy, though I did not know him very well.

He sat down across me and in my haste, I blurted out saying, I want to know what happened on that night.

I wanted to explain, Emma. You consumed a chocolate candy which contained alcohol. Perhaps, that is why you fainted in the car.” His voice was firm, and in his eyes was a touch of regret. I did not see what to do other than taking you to my place to ensure you were safe.

I was gazing at him, and the pieces fell into place. Me with an allergy to alcohol! It revealed the explanation of the black out.

Nothing happened, as it were? I questioned, in a very low tone.

He nodded his negative. “Nothing. You spent the night with me in the couch and when I awoke you had disappeared. I did not even have a chance to bid him goodbye.

The cheeks grew red with shame. I am sorry I ran away, like that. I puzzled and blushed.

George smilingly replied. “It’s okay. I did want to see that you were all right.”

I explained to him all my mess. It was as though when he invited me to stay somewhere, the first things that came to a stable ground in days. Thus I remained behind.

I could not keep these questions off the following day. I knew in my heart that the father of my child could not be another man other than Clay. However, his words, his mother reproaches, and the nightmarish image of the night provoked doubts in me.

I had questions and only one person that I knew I could trust to solve the myriad of questions, Mrs. Green who was our family doctor. When I went to her office she suspected something is wrong, when I entered her office.

Hush, Emma, said she, gesturing to me to sit down. You have a look about you of somebody who has been crying. What is happening!

“I… Help! I stammered; I need help.” I do not know who can I ask help.

The characteristics that led me on were the warm eyes of her. I explained to her all about it: how I was pregnant, what Clay had done, what Margaret had said, how I still had a suspicion. When I got to the end, I was again crying.

Mrs. Green crushed no time.

Okay, we will be working this out, she said with a firm nod turning to her computer.

She is rapidly fingering the keyboard to retrieve the medical records of the Clay.
At last she looked up. Nothing physically wrong with the husband, Emma. He is able to have children fully.”

And why then would he claim to be infertile?
She heaved a deep sigh with sympathy. Possibly he did not want children. He was not telling you the truth.”

All this time, in spite of resistance by 150 of the inhabitants, the work was proceeding with proper equipment and means at the disposal of the wrestling singer. I whispered. He made me think that I was unfaithful with him. And his mother… She has been hulking me too!

Mrs. Green rested a side on my hand. I am just sorry, Emma. It was not your fault. You have a right to honesty and a person who sticks by you.”

I got out of her office shattered and somewhat relieved. Anyway, at least, I had the truth. When I visited George in his house last evening there was the warmest of smiles to welcome me.

Gently putting a cup of tea in my hand he asked, how had it turned out.

It took me a moment of indecisiveness before I told him all about it. His soothing representation was like remedy to my injuries. He did not interrupt him, but noticed what he was saying with unruffled glances and more than half understanding.

Had not deserved that. You are stronger than you think you are.”

His sentences ensconced in my memory. George was my rock in the next six months. He supported me until the end of my divorce and was quite understanding of me and patient. We had unlimited nights of discussions, amusement and reconstruction of the parts of my life. Gradually but steadily my heart started healing.

And one night when the sun was setting behind the hill and filling the sky with baby pinks and oranges, George faced me with an anxious smile.

Emma, marry me!

“Yes! Would you give all right, of course!”

When our daughter was born I could place my small hand in her hand and feel a deep and unmoving serenity. It is when I saw George standing next to me with his regular smile that I knew what a true family is like.

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