For 20 long years all I did was prayed and hoped I would become a mother one day. Ethan, my husband, and I tried everything, from IVF treatments, to medications, you name it.

And just when I felt like I lost hope entirely, something inside me told me to give it one last try. However, by that time, our marriage was a bit different than it used to be. Ethan was more distant, took plenty of business trips, and stayed at work until late in the night.

I tried not to bother myself with his behavior because I was aware infertility is an issue that takes its toll on a marriage

And then, on my last try, the pregnancy test was positive.

With inexplicable joy, I ran into the living room where Ethan was and showed him the test. “Ethan, all those fertility treatments were not in vain, we are going to be parents.”

But instead of the reaction I expected, Ethan simply said, “Well, that’s great.”

Being overjoyed by my dream finally becoming a reality, I ignored Ethan’s indifference.

The day when my son Liam was born, Et