My Husband Abandoned Me during Labor to Help His Mom with Groceries – He Soon Learned His Lesson

One evening, I felt the contractions start. Everything was going smoothly until I was about six hours into the agonizing labor.

“Just breathe, darling,” Dave said, squeezing my hand. “Before you know it, our little girl will be here!”

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But then, Dave’s phone rang, and he quickly stepped out into the hall to take the call. When he came back, he seemed a bit agitated.

Then, just a few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a text message. He read it and looked concerned, his eyes darting all over the room as he was lost in his thoughts.

“What’s going on?” I asked, already feeling anxious and vulnerable.

“Darling,” he said, walking into the room, the smell of fried chicken taking over.

“Where’s Dave?” he asked.

I told my father the truth, about how Dave had left me. And as I did, the contractions hit more frequently.

My little girl was on the way.

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“Please, Gloria,” I told the kind nurse. “Can you record the birth? I wanted my husband to do it, but he has the video recorder with him.”

“Of course, darling,” Gloria said. “I’ll get an intern in to do it, while I hold onto your hand the entire time.”

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Not long after, I gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Gabrielle, without Dave by my side.