My Husband Abandoned Me with Newborn Triplets – Years Later I Accidentally Met Him Again
The days started blending into each other, and I caught myself watching the clock not for rest but for survival.
I stopped answering the phone. I didn’t have anything to say. I stopped opening the curtains, because even daylight felt cruel.
One night, after the twins had finally fallen asleep on my chest and Ashton was fussing in his bassinet, I grabbed my phone. I didn’t even remember hitting Greg’s name. I just needed someone to hear me breathe. Greg was Adam’s best friend.
My voice cracked as soon as he answered.
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“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Allison?” he said gently. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I can’t… I don’t know how to do this. I can’t even keep up bottles. I haven’t slept in days. I haven’t eaten anything that isn’t dry cereal… Help me.”
“I’m coming over,” he said simply.
“Greg, you don’t have to — ” I said. “I’m okay. I just had a moment…”
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