See, I have a hole in my heart, and God put it there for a reason. I don’t know the reason, but I was born with it. The doctors say it happens sometimes. And if you live way out in a remote area, like I did, no one finds out. You are just puny and weak and that’s just how you are, and nobody thinks about why or about trying to change it.
The doctor for my pregnancy told me that a whole bunch of women, especially from other countries but even from here, first find out they have a hole in their heart while they are pregnant. Because you have to make so much more blood and you are pumping blood into the baby and your heart suddenly gets too tired to do it, and then they do these studies and they see the hole.
So before I knew I was pregnant, I found out my husband was seeing a woman who works with us in the fields. My friends told me, and I confronted him. At first, he denied it, and then he got very angry and defensive. He started yelling at me, instead of taking any responsibility for what he had done. He even blamed ME for HIS cheating! He told me that I was unlovable and that it was my fault he cheated. He really did that.
At the moment of hearing those words, and seeing the disdain in his face, my eyes were opened, and I saw that there was something wrong with his heart. He was not loving. He was not true. He was sick somehow and not able to love like a real grownup. So I told him to move out. And he did. I was sad for a few weeks, thinking how unfair it was. Then I noticed I hadn’t had – you know – since he left. And I found out I was pregnant. So he left me something good.
They are going to monitor me very closely during the pregnancy to make sure my heart is handling the extra work, and they plan to repair the heart once the baby is born. Isn’t life strange? I found out about both of us having a hole in our hearts during this pregnancy. God put the hole in my heart, and God is making it possible to fix it. My husband told me I am unlovable, but I know that is not true, because God loves me.
I believe that the hole in my husband’s heart was placed there by the devil, not by God, and it is the devil who’s keeping it open, because my husband chooses sin over purity. I think his heart leaks and that is why his love runs out. And I don’t know who can fix it, unless he turns to God, which I don’t think he will. I wish he would, because he is still my child’s natural father. And it would be nice if we could respect him.
Some of my friends told me I should try to get him back, for the baby’s sake, but I told them no. No room in my heart for a cheater and a liar. Compassion, yes, forgiveness, yes, but love and respect – no. God can love him. I cannot. And maybe once my heart is fixed, God will put someone on my path who is more worthy of my love. This is my hope and my prayer.