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PREGNANCY FIXATION GONE WRONG
An anxious wife documents her husband's insistence on a pregnancy that isn't real, a growing rift, and a medical crisis that changes everything in unexpected ways.
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For a week, her husband was certain she was pregnant, and nothing, not even a negative test, could shake him.
On August 5, 2024, the 26-year-old poster wrote that her 32-year-old husband had begun talking about their future baby and motherhood as if the pregnancy were already real. She had taken a test. It was negative. He refused to accept it.
"tests can be wrong," he told her.
When she insisted again that she was not pregnant, he shut her out. Then came the moment that made the whole thing feel wrong in a way she could not ignore: he put his hand on her stomach in bed. She said it scared her. "I'm not pregnant & his behaviour is scaring me," she wrote. She asked whether she should contact his parents, a therapist, or both.
The next day, she edited in an update. She planned to call both families, maybe stay with her mom, and get a blood test. In the comments, people warned that the pregnancy fixation could be a delusion and might turn violent. She said she was torn. She loved him, but home no longer felt comfortable.
By August 7, things had escalated. "Things escalated yesterday. But I'm with my mom & his parents are at our place," she wrote.
Two days later, she tried one more time to calm him down. She offered to go to the doctor with him or take another test in front of him. Instead, he got agitated. He accused her of lying and said she was trying to keep "our baby" away from him. "Things got worse," she posted. He did hurt her, though not badly enough for emergency care. She called both families and stayed with her mother. His mother kept her updated, but he still had not agreed to be checked. They decided she should keep her distance.
On August 11, she said he had apparently agreed to get examined, though she had not heard anything else.
Four days later, she returned with an update that validated what commenters had feared. He was in the hospital. "Many of you were right," she wrote. It was medical. Sometimes he was his normal self. Sometimes he could not stand the sight of her.
On August 16, she named the diagnosis: he had a brain tumour. A neuro team, an oncologist, and other physicians were figuring out treatment, but they still did not know whether it could be removed. She said that in his clearer moments, he tried to make her laugh.
Then came the slower heartbreak. On September 8, she admitted she was "irrationally angry" at him for having a brain tumour. On September 17, she gave a brutally honest update: her husband was dying. In five weeks, he had worsened fast, and treatment would not be continued or properly started because he was too weak. He had about a month, maybe.
On October 27, she wrote, "He passed." He had died on the 16th, and the funeral had followed soon after.
Months later, on February 22, 2025, she checked back in. She was "doing okay-ish." She had a dog. She was back to part-time work. She had started therapy. "It's hard, I'm not going to lie," she wrote. "I wanted to die, sometimes I still do." But she also said she felt lighter than before.