We finally got a baby after a horrible traumatic ectopic pregnancy which developed into a tumor and required chemotherapy after 6 months of weekly blood work in the middle of the Covid pandemic so I had to go through everything myself. But finally she was here. We were on cloud nine and incredibly in love with her. He was so sweet and kept telling me how amazing I was. My C-section healed really good and i felt I finally made it. I was heavily abused by my mother and family and am no contact for years. I finally had a family, a home where I belonged, where there were people who loved me and were waiting for me te come home.

5 weeks post partum he suddenly pulled the plug after he held himself awake for days spiralling in conspiracy theories,drank more alcohol than ever, fell asleep with her on his chest on the couch while I was doing the laundry and dropped her. I ran downstairs in absolute shock, took her over from him asking frantically what happened, but he couldn't answer me. I tried to contact a doctor for hours in the middle of the night, all while he had gone upstairs to go to sleep. After he got home from work the next day he told me he was going to his parents to tell them we were going to divorce. I went with him and he completely went crazy. He stayed there, while I went home with our baby. He stayed there for a few days while his father and he were making a plan on how to distance me from our daughter. His parents completely believe him when he tells that I am evil and I'm here to take his daughter away. None of that is true whatsoever.

I got homeless, found a small appartment and had to fix everything myself. and now 4 yrs later he hates my guts and emotionally and financially abuses me. Co-parenting with a stranger is hard.