My name is Julia. I was born into a dysfunctional family. At a time when many kids were walking behind their parents in the parks, going on picnics in the woods, getting gifts for the holidays, I was only getting punched every time by my mom. My mother drank a lot and hit me very hard. She thought that was how she was bringing me up.
I tried to spend all my evenings at our neighbor, Grandma Tanya’s. Grandma Tanya was lonely. She fed me, helped me with my homework, and even asked her friends for clothes for me: I wore their granddaughters’ clothes. I don’t know how I would have grown up if not for Grandma Tanya. Thanks to my kind neighbor, I was able to choose a specialty and even managed to enter an institute. Then I found a part-time job.
When I was 20 years old, Grandma Tanya died. She bequeathed her apartment to me. I lost my family member, but I became the owner of the apartment.
I met Anton in a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I don’t know what he liked about me. Anton was 16 years older than me. He was a businessman. Anton started courting me very nicely, and I fell in love with Anton. It all ended in a wedding. Soon after the wedding, I got pregnant. I studied, took care of the house. Except that Anton demanded that I quit my job.
– My wife won’t work as a waitress! – Anton told me.
Pregnancy was very easy, and the birth was just as easy. I gave birth to a wonderful, healthy and very beautiful baby girl. We named her Lisa.
I was very happy when I came home. I took care of the baby and the house. Everything seemed to be fine, but I felt that something had changed in Anton’s attitude toward me. He wasn’t paying any attention to me, and was only paying attention to Lisa. I tried to talk to him, but all our conversations ended in a scandal. I was very hurt. I could not understand what was going on. Then Anton took me to a psychiatrist. I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. After that Anton took me to a private psychiatric clinic.
Anton told me that I was only needed so that I could have a baby. It turns out he has a wife he loves, but she can’t give him a child. So he met me and found out that no one wanted me. Anton said that I would only be released if I gave up my child and made no claims on my daughter. And if I was against it, they would put me on very strong drugs and make me really crazy.
That’s how my happy family life ended. I cry all the time with helplessness. I miss my baby girl very much and love her very much. When I get out of the hospital, I will do everything I can to get my baby back. After all, the child should be raised by her own mother!
