Stole the child of my war-mad husband

I never thought I’d be writing this, but I have to get it out. I have to tell someone what I did. I stole the child of my war-mad husband. I know what you’re thinking. How could I? But you don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to be married to a man who is consumed by war. Who only cares about winning, about the next battle. Who doesn’t care about anything else. I had to do something. I couldn’t just sit by and watch as he turned our son into a soldier. So I took him and ran. We’ve been on the run for weeks now, and I don’t know what to do next. But I had to tell someone. I had to tell someone what I did.

I stole the child of my war-mad husband: The day my husband left for war

When my husband left for war, I felt like I had been robbed. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the days and nights without him. I felt like a part of me was missing.

I tried to stay strong for our son, but some days were harder than others. I would find myself crying when I was alone. I didn’t want our son to see me weak, so I would put on a brave face for him.

The days turned into weeks, and then into months. The war seemed to be never-ending. I started to lose hope that my husband would ever come home.

But then one day, out of the blue, he walked through the door. I couldn’t believe it! He was safe and sound. I was so happy to have him home with us again.

Since that day, my husband has been home from war and we have been living a happy life together as a family.

I stole the child of my war-mad husband: How I found out I was pregnant

It was a warm autumn day when I found out I was pregnant. I had just finished my shift at the factory and was on my way home when I saw the sign for the clinic. I had been feeling off for a few weeks and thought it might be time for a check-up.

When the nurse called me back, she told me that the pregnancy test came back positive. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t been planning on getting pregnant and wasn’t sure how to tell my husband.

The nurse gave me some information about prenatal care and told me to make an appointment with my doctor as soon as possible. She also warned me not to tell my husband about the pregnancy until I was ready, as he might not react well.

I went home in a daze, not knowing what to do next. I knew I had to tell my husband eventually, but I didn’t want to do it over the phone or in a letter. I wanted to be able to see his reaction and talk to him about it in person.

I decided to wait a few days before telling him, and in that time, I started making preparations for our new life together as a family.

Stealing my husband’s child

When my husband left for war, I was pregnant with his child. I didn’t want him to go, but he felt like he had to. He promised to come back to us, but he never did. I gave birth to our child alone and raised her by myself.

A few years ago, my husband’s family found out about our daughter and they took her away from me. They said that she belonged with them and that I was not fit to be her mother. I haven’t seen her since.

I miss my daughter every day and I can’t help but wonder what she’s doing and if she’s happy. I know that she’s better off with her father’s family, but it doesn’t make the pain any less real.

The aftermath of my actions

I never imagined that stealing my husband’s child would have such dire consequences. I thought he would be mad, but I never expected him to go on a rampage across the countryside, killing innocent people in his quest to find us. Now, hiding in a remote cabin with our child, I am filled with regret and remorse for my actions. It was wrong to take his child, and I can only hope that one day he will forgive me. In the meantime, we will be living in fear of his wrath.

How I live with myself now

It took me a long time to forgive myself for what I did. I know that I was only trying to protect my son, but I still feel like I betrayed my husband. I sometimes wonder how he is doing and if he has found happiness in his new life. Part of me will always love him, but I have come to accept that our lives are better apart.

I have made peace with myself and now live my life for my son. I want him to grow up in a world where there is no war, only love. I know that may be a pipe dream, but it’s worth fighting for.