At night I noticed that my husband was in our month-old baby’s room, although he had just left the house: I went into the nursery and saw something terrible… 😱😱
My husband and I recently became parents. Our firstborn turned our lives upside down. The first weeks were like from a movie – tired, but happy. I couldn’t stop looking at my husband, with what trepidation he held our son in his arms. He seemed like the perfect father.
But something began to change. At first, these were little things – he was staying late after work more and more often, became irritable, answered briefly. Every evening, as soon as Artem fell asleep, he asked for “an hour for himself.” He locked himself in the office or just left without explaining where.
It hurt me. I thought maybe he was tired, maybe he had postpartum depression – after all, fathers also go through a lot. I gave him space. But yesterday everything changed.
My son woke up at night and started crying. I was about to go into the room, but I glanced at the baby monitor automatically. The camera showed that the baby had simply lost his pacifier and had calmed down on his own. But suddenly… I noticed movement in the corner of the frame.
I froze. My husband was in the frame. He was standing in the semi-darkness, motionless, looking at the crib. But… he had just left the house. I heard the front door close!
My breath caught in my throat. I jumped up and ran to the nursery. I was horrified by what I saw 😱😢 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
There was no one there except my son. No husband, no sound. A few minutes later, he entered the house from the street – with a bag from the store. Calm, as if nothing had happened.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I showed him the recording from the camera. He turned pale. He sank to the floor and whispered:
“I thought it would never happen again…”
He told me that he had been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder when he was young. Over the years, the symptoms had almost disappeared, and he thought they were gone forever.
But with the birth of his son, another personality “woke up” in him. He didn’t remember what happened when it “took over control.” And that part of him… hated babies. Inexplicable, dangerous.
He started crying. He said that he himself had begun to notice gaps in time, strange dreams, objects that he didn’t remember taking. He thought he was going crazy.
He asked for forgiveness. He begged him not to be afraid, promised to see a doctor, go to a clinic. And I… I wanted to believe him.
But that night, when he fell asleep on the couch, I checked his phone. There was a voice message recorded on a dictaphone, which he himself apparently did not hear. In a male voice, but alien, muffled, angry, someone was whispering:
– Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will get rid of him.
I could not risk it anymore. In the morning he woke up in an empty apartment. I took my son and went to my parents.
Now we live in another city. My husband is undergoing treatment. We communicate through a lawyer. I do not know who he was at that moment – a father or a monster. But now I trust only myself.
