When Emily meets her doctor, she receives devastating news about her health. With her life on the brink of a significant change, Emily knows she must tell Tyler, her husband. But his reaction is anything but appropriate.
The first thing I noticed was the doctor’s voice on the other end of the line—a firm, clinical tone delivering news that would change my life forever.
“I need you to come in, Emily,” Dr. Duncan said gravely.
That’s what brought me to his office today.
“Emily, may I be completely honest with you?” Dr. Duncan asked.
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“Of course,” I said, though my hands were trembling uncontrollably.
I was more nervous than ever. After weeks of feeling unwell, I knew something was wrong. This was the defining moment. Dr. Duncan was about to share the results of all the tests we had been running.
“Tell me straight, Doc,” I said. “I’d rather know now than keep pretending everything’s okay.”
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“Emily, you have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease. It’s a rare neurological disorder that affects motor skills. Over time, you may find walking increasingly challenging, and you’ll likely need some form of mobility aid.”
“What is that?” I asked. “Please explain more. Help me understand. Please…”
Dr. Duncan offered a somber smile.
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“To put it simply, this disease is a group of hereditary disorders that damage the nerves. This damage primarily affects your arms and legs, which is why I need you to know that there’s a significant risk of losing mobility.”
I stood there, numb, barely comprehending the words. I was 29 years old. I thought I had all the time in the world. I wanted children, but how could I even consider that now? When there was a possibility I’d end up in a wheelchair?
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I didn’t know how to process it. And then, the reality of telling my husband, Tyler, hit me even harder.
How would he react? What if he couldn’t handle it?
I left the doctor’s office and chose to walk through the park. I wanted to feel the fresh air on my face. I wanted to stroll through the grass and kick the leaves. I wanted to savor the simple things that might be taken from me in the months or years to come.
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That evening, I finally gathered the courage to tell him. I waited until after dinner, having cooked his favorite meal, hoping to catch him relaxed. But even as I poured my heart out to him, he was half-watching the football game on TV.
“Tyler, can you turn that off for a second?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “I really need to talk to you about something important, honey.”
He rolled his eyes but grabbed the remote with one hand and held his beer can with the other.
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“Okay, Em, what’s so serious?” he asked.
I took a deep breath.
“I went to the doctor last week, and we ran some tests. I just haven’t been feeling right, but I couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. I went back to Dr. Duncan today, and we found something.”
“What?” he asked. “What did you find? What’s wrong?”
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“It’s a neurological condition, and he said it might make walking difficult in the future,” I swallowed hard, preparing myself.
“Eventually, I might not be able to walk anymore.”
My husband’s face froze, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw concern in his eyes. But then something shifted—a flash of something I’d never seen before.
Disgust.
“Are you kidding me?” he sneered, setting the can on the coffee table. “Is this some kind of attention-seeking thing, Emily?”
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“No,” I said simply.
We both sat in silence for a moment.
“So… you’re just… you’re going to be an invalid I have to take care of? Push you around in a wheelchair?”
His words cut like a knife. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“Tyler, I don’t know if it’ll be that bad. We can meet with the doctor together and find out more. We can see how long I have before the symptoms show. I’m sure there are treatments I can try…”
He raised his hand.
“Stop, Emily,” he said. “I didn’t sign up to be anyone’s nurse. I married someone fun and vibrant. A woman who would dance on bar tops and stay out till the pub closed. I didn’t marry someone who’s going to sit at home all day.”
“You’d leave me because I’m sick?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.
My voice sounded strange to me, hollow and unfamiliar.
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“Don’t twist this on me,” he retorted. “You know what I mean. I have needs too, Emily. I need a real partner. I’m not sticking around just to take care of you.”
He went upstairs, and I didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Instead, I went to the guest room and cried myself to sleep.
Honestly, was this the man I married? Tyler had never let me down before, but this? This was… unforgivable.
The next morning, he packed his bags and left a note on the kitchen counter.
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“I need some time to think.”
That was it. No goodbye, no apology. Nothing.
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