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\u201cIf you are bl\/ee\/ding out, then just put on a towel and stop ruining my birthday,\u201d were the last words Tyler said to me before he finally clicked his suitcase shut.
\nI was sitting on the floor of the nursery, one hand gripping the white railing of the crib and the other resting on my stomach which was still swollen and tender from the delivery.
\nOur son Parker had been born only eight days earlier, and those eight days had been a blur of sleepless nights, sharp physical pain, and the constant fear that came with being a new mother.
\nBut that afternoon, the exhaustion I felt was different because it was accompanied by a terrifying amount of blood that I could not control.
\nThe expensive cream-colored rug that my mother-in-law had chosen to make the room look elegant was already soaked with a dark red stain that was spreading beneath my legs.
\nI stared at the floor in total disbelief because I could not understand how something so life-threatening could be happening in such a quiet and beautiful house.
\n\u201cTyler, please listen to me because I really need to go to the emergency room right now,\u201d I said while struggling to raise my voice above a whisper.
\nHe stepped out of the walk-in closet wearing his new designer sunglasses and a crisp white shirt as if he were preparing for a professional photo shoot.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere we go again with the constant need for attention,\u201d he muttered while checking his reflection in the mirror and adjusting his hair.
\n\u201cMy mother told me that every woman bleeds after they give birth, so you are clearly not the first person in the history of the world to have a child,\u201d he added with a sneer.
\n\u201cThis is not normal at all because I can feel myself becoming lightheaded and dizzy,\u201d I insisted as I tried to reach out for him.
\nTyler did not even bother to come near me, choosing instead to stay in the doorway while he scrolled through his phone with an annoyed expression.
\n\u201cLook, Olivia, I paid a massive amount of money for this weekend trip to the luxury cabins in the Blue Ridge Mountains,\u201d he said without looking up.
\n\u201cThe private dinner is already scheduled and my friends are currently on their way, so I am not going to cancel everything just because you want to be the center of the universe today,\u201d he continued.
\nThe word \u201cattention\u201d felt like a physical blow to my chest that hurt even more than the sharp cramps radiating through my lower back.
\nParker began to cry in his bassinet, letting out a small and desperate sound that made it seem like he understood the danger we were in.
\nI tried to turn my body so that I could reach him, but my arms felt like lead and the entire room began to tilt at a sickening angle.
\n\u201cPlease just call your mother or an ambulance or anyone who can help me,\u201d I pleaded while tears started to blur my vision.
\nTyler let out a cold and bitter laugh that echoed through the empty hallway of our house in Franklin.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you really want me to call an ambulance so that everyone in the neighborhood thinks I am a monster for going out to celebrate my own birthday?\u201d he asked.
\n\u201cJust go make yourself some herbal tea and try to relax because my mother will be here tomorrow morning to check on you,\u201d he said dismissively.
\n\u201cI do not think I will make it until tomorrow morning,\u201d I whispered into the silence of the room.
\nFor a fleeting second, he actually looked down at the floor and saw the dark pool of blood that was ruined the rug.
\nHis face shifted for a moment as if he were experiencing a flash of genuine fear, but he quickly clenched his jaw and regained his cold composure.
\n\u201cYou have always been prone to exaggeration, and ever since the pregnancy started, you have made a massive drama out of every tiny thing,\u201d he said.
\nHe walked right past me to exit the room, and I noticed that his polished leather shoe nearly stepped into the stain on the carpet.
\nI reached out with my last bit of strength and managed to grab the bottom of his trousers to keep him from leaving.
\n\u201cTyler, I am begging you to actually look at me and see what is happening,\u201d I sobbed.
\nHe ripped his leg away with a sudden and violent movement that left me slumped against the side of the crib.
\n\u201cDo not try to manipulate me with this emotional blackmail because it is my thirtieth birthday and I deserve to have some peace for once,\u201d he shouted.
\nAs he walked toward the front door, I heard him yell back into the house one last time.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI am putting my phone on airplane mode right now because I do not want to deal with any of your whining text messages while I am trying to enjoy myself,\u201d he screamed.<\/p>\n
The heavy front door slammed shut, and a moment later, I heard the powerful engine of his truck roaring to life in the driveway.<\/p>\n
Outside the window, the world seemed perfectly normal as dogs barked in the distance and a neighbor began to water his flower beds.<\/p>\n
Inside the nursery, my newborn son was screaming for me and I realized with horror that I could no longer move my legs.<\/p>\n
I reached out toward the dresser where my phone was sitting, but my trembling fingers only managed to knock it onto the floor.<\/p>\n
The screen lit up directly in front of my face, showing me a notification that I never wanted to see.<\/p>\n
Tyler Benson had just posted a new story on his social media account with the caption: Heading to the mountains for steak, whiskey, and zero drama.<\/p>\n
The photo showed his hand gripping the steering wheel of his truck with his expensive new watch catching the sunlight.<\/p>\n
I lay there on the floor next to my son\u2019s crib, feeling the life draining out of me while the man I loved drove toward a party.<\/p>\n
I had no idea that the most difficult part of this nightmare was actually still to come.<\/p>\n
I cannot be certain if minutes or hours passed while I lay there in the growing darkness of the nursery.<\/p>\n
The sound of Parker\u2019s crying became a permanent part of the atmosphere, acting like a thin thread that kept me tethered to the world of the living.<\/p>\n
Every time the baby fell silent for a few seconds, a wave of pure terror would wash over me because I was afraid he had stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
I was terrified of dying, but I was even more afraid of leaving my son alone in this house to cry until he had no strength left.<\/p>\n
The blood surrounding me no longer felt warm, and instead, it felt like a cold and heavy weight that was pulling me down into the floor.<\/p>\n
I desperately wanted to pray for help, but I found that I could not remember the words to any of the prayers I had learned as a child.<\/p>\n
The house that Tyler had insisted on buying to impress his business partners now felt like a cold and hollow tomb made of marble and glass.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated against the hardwood floor, sending a dull buzzing sound through the silent room.<\/p>\n
Another notification appeared on the screen, showing that Tyler had posted a new video from the luxury cabin.<\/p>\n
He was standing in front of a massive stone fireplace while raising a glass of expensive bourbon toward the camera.<\/p>\n
In the background, I could hear his friends cheering and laughing as Tyler added a caption about choosing himself and leaving toxicity behind.<\/p>\n
Then a new post appeared from my mother-in-law, showing her smiling proudly at her son during the celebration.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son deserves to have a rest because some women only know how to use manipulation to get what they want,\u201d she had written under the photo.<\/p>\n
That was the moment that finally broke my spirit because I realized that they had discussed my pain as if it were a joke.<\/p>\n
Earlier that morning, I had sent her a message telling her that the bleeding was getting worse and that I was scared.<\/p>\n
She had responded with a short voice message telling me not to be a drama queen because she was washing diapers three days after she gave birth.<\/p>\n
After she sent that message, she had blocked my number or simply ignored every other plea for help I sent.<\/p>\n
My eyes began to flutter shut as a heavy fog started to settle over my mind and my heartbeat slowed down.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone pounding aggressively on the front door of the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia! Open this door right now!\u201d a familiar voice shouted from the porch.<\/p>\n
It was Isabel, my older sister, who lived on the other side of Nashville but always kept a close eye on me.<\/p>\n
She had been calling me every few hours since the baby was born, and I had promised to send her a picture of Parker that afternoon.<\/p>\n
When I didn\u2019t answer her nine phone calls, Isabel didn\u2019t wait for permission to come over and check on her sister.<\/p>\n
I heard the sound of the back door being forced open with a loud bang followed by the sound of heavy footsteps running through the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia!\u201d she screamed as she burst into the nursery and saw the state of the room.<\/p>\n
She fell to her knees beside me and grabbed my face with her hands, her voice trembling as she dialed the emergency services.<\/p>\n
I remember her wrapping a warm blanket around Parker and pressing every towel she could find against my body to stop the flow.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not you dare die on me, Olivia, because we are not going to give those people the satisfaction of winning,\u201d she whispered through her tears.<\/p>\n
The rest of the evening was a blur of blue and red lights, the loud wail of sirens, and the frantic voices of paramedics.<\/p>\n
One of the medical technicians mentioned that my blood pressure was bottoming out and that I was going into shock.<\/p>\n
When the nurse asked how long I had been in this condition, Isabel answered with a voice full of pure rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer husband went on a birthday trip and left her to bleed out on the floor like she meant nothing to him,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Everything went black after that, and I slipped into a deep unconsciousness that lasted for nearly two days.<\/p>\n
When I finally opened my eyes in the intensive care unit, I was surrounded by machines and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor.<\/p>\n
\u201cParker,\u201d was the first word I managed to choke out through my dry and swollen throat.<\/p>\n
Isabel stood up from the chair next to my bed and gripped my hand so tightly that it almost hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is going to be fine, even though he was dehydrated and terrified when we found him,\u201d she reassured me.<\/p>\n
I began to cry quietly as the weight of everything that had happened finally started to sink in.<\/p>\n
Once I was strong enough to speak, I asked Isabel to hand me my cell phone so I could see what had happened while I was asleep.<\/p>\n
There were dozens of missed calls from my mother and my neighbors, but there was not a single message from Tyler.<\/p>\n
I opened his social media profile and saw that he had continued to post updates from his mountain getaway.<\/p>\n
There was a photo of him eating a massive steak and another of him smoking a cigar with his friends by the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really needed this weekend to get away from people who constantly play the victim,\u201d he had written in his latest post.<\/p>\n
Isabel snatched the phone out of my hand before I could see anything else that would break my heart further.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are never going back to that house and you are never going back to that man,\u201d she said firmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not going back,\u201d I replied with a cold clarity that I had never felt before in my entire life.<\/p>\n
Isabel let out a long sigh of relief, but I looked her in the eyes and told her that I wasn\u2019t finished with Tyler yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to go to the house and pack up all of my belongings and everything that belongs to Parker,\u201d I instructed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will handle it today,\u201d she promised.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I want you to leave the nursery exactly the way it was when you found me,\u201d I added.<\/p>\n
Isabel looked at me in silence for a long moment, her eyes searching mine for an explanation.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe rug stays where it is, the bloody towels stay on the floor, and the empty bassinet stays in the center of the room,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want Tyler to walk into that house and see exactly what he chose to abandon when he walked out that door,\u201d I explained.<\/p>\n
The following day, I sat up in my hospital bed and used Isabel\u2019s phone to log into our home security camera system.<\/p>\n
At exactly six o\u2019clock in the evening, I saw Tyler\u2019s truck pull into the driveway and park in the garage.<\/p>\n
He stepped out of the vehicle looking tanned and happy, carrying a shopping bag from a high-end jewelry store.<\/p>\n
He was whistling a cheerful tune as he unlocked the front door, still convinced that the only problem in his life was my bad attitude.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am home, honey!\u201d Tyler called out as he tossed his keys onto the marble countertop in the kitchen\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you are bl\/ee\/ding out, then just put on a towel and stop ruining my birthday,\u201d were the last words Tyler said to me before he finally clicked his suitcase … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2328,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2327","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story","category-story-daily"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2327","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2327"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2327\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2331,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2327\/revisions\/2331"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2328"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2327"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2327"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2327"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}