When Sarah gave birth to her son, Luc, she believed it would be the most joyful moment of her life. After enduring a difficult pregnancy filled with anxiety and sleepless nights, the first time she held her baby made everything worth it. She pictured her husband, Tom, walking into the hospital room beaming with pride, ready to start this new chapter as a family.
But the day they were supposed to return home, Tom never showed up on time. Sarah’s joy quickly turned to confusion, then worry, as her calls and messages went unanswered. Eventually, Tom sent a casual text saying he was stuck at the mall delayed because of a shoe sale and would be an hour late.
Sarah was crushed. How could he prioritize shopping over his newborn and the woman who had just given birth? A kind-hearted nurse noticed her emotional state and offered to drive her and baby Luc home. When they arrived, Sarah found Tom lounging on the couch, proudly showing off his new sneakers.
When she confronted him, Tom shrugged it off. He said it wasn’t a big deal he assumed Sarah could’ve just taken an Uber. That moment shattered her. It wasn’t just the missed ride; it was the message behind it that their first day as a family hadn’t mattered to him the way it did to her.
