After a brief conversation, he helped me pack my things. Daniel, still sitting on the couch, seemed completely unconcerned.The next morning, I woke up determined. I knew I couldn’t continue a relationship with someone who didn’t respect my boundaries or my emotions. I filed for divorce, knowing it would be hard, especially with a baby on the way.

But Daniel’s apologies, though heartfelt, were too late. His carelessness had already broken me.My mom tried to convince me to give him another chance, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stay with someone who didn’t take my fears seriously or respect me enough to avoid playing cruel jokes. This wasn’t just about a prank—it was about my safety, my emotional well-being, and my baby’s future.Two days later, Daniel begged for forgiveness, but I stood firm in my decision. It was over. I had to protect myself and my child from someone who showed me time and time again that he didn’t care.