I was dating a guy, and everything was going well. We decided to get married. I became pregnant, and he welcomed the news with joy. However, after the child was born, he declared that he wasn’t ready to be a father and disappeared from my life. I was left alone with the child. It was very difficult for me, and my parents helped me.
Within six months, I met a man. He was from Italy, he loved me, and I was deeply in love with him. We were making big plans for the future. He proposed to me and invited me to move to his homeland. I was overjoyed, but he insisted that I should leave my child behind. My son didn’t fit into his plans.
He said he wouldn’t take care of someone else’s child and gave me a month to think. The plane tickets were already bought. He made it a condition that if I didn’t agree to leave my child, we would separate. It was very difficult for me, but I chose him. I decided to go with him, not wanting to miss my chance for happiness.
I didn’t think about my son, what would happen to him, where and how he would grow up. I hugged my little boy tightly, kissed him, put him in his crib, and called my beloved, telling him I was going with him. He came to pick me up.
I called my mother and told her I was getting married, and I had to leave my child behind, asking her to take care of him. When we arrived at the airport, I changed my mind, realizing I was making a terrible mistake. Throughout the entire journey to the airport, I only thought about my son, realizing I couldn’t abandon him.
I took a taxi and immediately returned home; my little boy was still asleep. He didn’t know that his biological mother had planned to abandon him against his will. I thank God that I came to my senses; otherwise, I could never forgive myself. I am a mother first and foremost, and only then a woman.
