After giving birth, I went to pick up my wife, but she wasn’t there since she had fled with our triplets. When the doorbell rang years later, she was waiting on the doorstep. I’m a young man who once had a romantic relationship with a lovely and kind woman named. Without her, I couldn’t picture my day. She moved in with me after a few months of dating. We later got hitched. Masha persisted on delaying having kids even though I really wanted them. My wife became pregnant, which magically fulfilled my wish to become a father.
She had a really difficult time throughout this time because of her frail body. A few hours later, the nurse came out and told me that the woman had given birth to triplets—two boys and a girl—after a difficult labor. I was so ecstatic that I ran, shouted, and leapt with joy. I returned home to acquire the required supplies. My wife had left by the time I arrived back at the maternity unit. The physicians informed me that Maria had left without telling anyone.
I explained the situation to my folks over the phone. I arrived on the same day as my parents, who fortunately didn’t live too far away. My parents and I worked together to raise the kids. The triplets attended kindergarten before starting school, and they all received honors degrees. They all attended college and excelled in their studies. I was left alone, though. I never remarried because I stopped believing in women.
One day, the doorbell rang unexpectedly while we were eating lunch with the kids. My ex-wife was standing there when my daughter answered the door. I gave her a cup of coffee when she requested permission to enter. As we talked about our youth, she abruptly started looking for an explanation. She finally admitted that she had no affection for either the kids or I at the moment. She said that she now wished to repair her relationship with the children while she sat there. She also requested money because she was homeless. It surprised us.
It became apparent why she had returned so unexpectedly. I didn’t mind my mother talking to the kids, but not when she was only looking out for herself. I told her to leave the apartment and to never come back into our life. she persisted, taking me to court for child support. She obviously lost the case.
She yelled at me and the kids after the court. “I’ve dreamed about having a mother my entire life,” my daughter said at that precise time. It was really difficult for me to see my friends’ happy families, which had a mother and a father. I yearned for your gentle hugs and encouraging remarks. However, I have come to understand that having a mother like you is not necessary.
We haven’t seen Maria since that time. In my position, how would you act?