I stood at the kitchen counter, squeezing a cup of cold tea. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/826af9/620x0/1/0/2025/02/15/bfo4muaexcuv8qtdvz6qy3bhlxvsgmtveoxav8n.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; Husband confessed that he never wanted children & quot;: Now he wants to leave and start again " styles = "background-color: rgba (68,71,71,1)" > < p > Behind the door I heard the laughter of our children. Their voices were full of joy, carefree, life.

< p > A on ?

< p > He sat opposite me, with a face devoid of emotion.

< p > — I never wanted children — He said as if M & Amp; Oacute; he had something completely banal.

< p > I felt my heart stops.

< p > — What ? — I whispered, not believing in what I hear.

< p > looked at me with a tired eyes.

< p > — You've always dreamed of a family. And I & Hellip; I wanted to make you happy.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; So you lied to me for years ?!

< p > did not answer.

< p > because the answer was obvious.

< p > We met when we were still young. I had a picture of the perfect family in my head & ndash; house, children, co -& oacute; heat, heat, which will surround us.

< p > he never questioned it.

< p > he was sensitive, caring, he agreed to everything I planned.

< p > and I believed that he wanted the same.

< p > When our first son was born, I thought he was happy.

< p > When C & Amp; Oacute; Rka was born, I believed that he feels fulfilled.

< p > but now he looked at me as if I was guilty that his life did not look like he wanted.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; I love you, but & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; He interrupted for a moment, as if he was looking for the right words. & Amp; MDASH; I feel that I can't live like that anymore.

< p > — This is how to live ?! & Amp; MDASH; & oacute; I felt my hands tremble.

< p > — I never wanted to. You know how I feel, returning to this house ? as in a cage.

< p > I looked at him without understanding.

< p > — M & oacute; hang about our home. About our family. About children.

< p > — They are not my family — he said without hesitation.

< p > I felt as if someone had stuck me in my heart.

< p > — What now ? — I asked quietly.

< p > — I want to leave — He answered as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

< p > — Simply yes ?

< p > — Yes

< p > — And children ?

< p > shrugged.

< p > — You will be a better mother without me. I & Hellip; I am not suitable for this.

< p > I clenched my fists.

< p > — And earlier you were fitting ?!

< p > — PR & oacute; I was afraid. Really pr & oacute; I was

< p > He got up from the table and looked at me.

< p > — Forgive me.

< p > and then came out.

< p > did not look.

< p > did not look at the children.

< p > did not say goodbye.

< p > simply left our life, as if he had never been.

< p > In the evening I sat at the son of my son.

< p > — Mom, where is dad ? — asked quietly.

< p > — He had to leave — I answered by stroking his hair.

< p > — Long ?

< p > I clenched my eyelids, stopping tears.

< p > — Yes Honey. For a very long.

< p > I didn't tell them the truth.

< p > because how could I tell them that their father never wanted them ?

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116