After we found out I was pregnant, my dog began acting strange and she’d rest her head on my belly all the time but growl or even bark whenever my husband tried to touch me.
I thought she was just being possessive. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Loki had been my best friend long before my husband ever entered the picture. She’d been there through every chapter—when I got engaged, when we married, and when we learned I was going to be a mom. She wasn’t just a pet; she was family.
My husband, on the other hand, never connected with her. He wouldn’t feed her, play with her, or even give her a pat on the head. It didn’t bother me much and I was used to being the one to care for her. After all, she had comforted me during the loneliest times of my life.
But the moment I became pregnant, Loki’s behavior shifted. She began lying beside me constantly, her head resting gently on my growing belly as if she could hear the heartbeat inside. Every time the baby kicked, she’d wag her tail or let out a happy bark, as if celebrating with me.
Yet the moment my husband came near and tried to touch my stomach, she would stiffen, growl, and stand protectively in front of me. Once, she even snapped at his hand. I scolded her then, believing she was simply being jealous or overprotective.
But I was wrong.
After my son was born, I learned a truth so dark it still makes me tremble.
One afternoon, while my husband was in the shower, I grabbed his phone—just to set an alarm. That’s when I accidentally opened his messages with his mother. What I read made my blood run cold:
“I don’t want this child. She’ll love him more than me anyway. Sometimes I wish he’d never been born. I hate him.”
For a moment, I couldn’t move. My hands went numb. The words blurred, but their meaning was crystal clear.
