Aimy Dennis, 24, shares her true life story:
I gripped my boyfriend Ryan’s hand tightly.
“This is it!” I grinned.
The sonographer pressed the wand against my belly and I waited to hear the rushing sound of my baby’s heartbeat.
Nothing.
The doctor tried again as I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “There’s no heartbeat.”
“No!” I cried, burying my face into Ryan’s T-shirt.
It was my second miscarriage in less than two years.
“I can’t take this,” I cried. “What if I can never become a mum?”
“It’ll happen love,” he soothed. “I promise.”
I wasn’t so sure. Truth was we’d had our ups and downs and come close to splitting up a couple of times.
My mum Linda was far from convinced about him.
When I gushed about how supportive he’d been, she tutted and shook her head.
“You know what I think of that scumbag,” she sighed. “He’s no good for you.”
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She always looked at Ryan as if he was something she’d scraped off her shoe.
And the feeling was mutual – Ryan couldn’t stand her.
He didn’t like the way she flirted with anything that moved.
Three months later, I was pregnant again.
We were thrilled, but nervous too.
As the baby grew, and I felt kicks inside me, I dared to believe that this time, I’d be a mum.
I thought Ryan was The One.
Ryan was a fisherman and could be away for days at a time.
As soon as he got back from a trip, he’d cuddle up to me and stroke my bump.
We were so excited when we found out I was expecting a boy.
Things seemed to thaw between Mum and Ryan too.
I wanted them both there at the birth, but it was going to take some convincing.
I cautiously approached the subject with Ryan but he was aghast.
“Over my dead body!” he blasted.
But I was adamant and eventually, he agreed.
Over the next few weeks, I felt as if I was walking on air.
Ryan and I went shopping for baby things and found a tiny onesie that said: Mummy and Daddy love me.
At 33 weeks, I started getting pains.
I went to hospital where it was confirmed I was in preterm labour and needed to be kept in.
I was beside myself with worry, but Ryan hardly visited and when he did, he seemed distant.
Mum didn’t bother to visit me at all.
I couldn’t understand why they’d both let me down in my hour of need.
The doctor managed to stop the labour, but the next couple of weeks were an emotional rollercoaster.
Even when I was home, Ryan only called round once a day and was gone almost as soon as he got there.
Luckily another mate popped in when she could and I told her how disappointed I was that Ryan and Mum hadn’t been there for me.
I feel so betrayed.
A few days later, the friend called me.
“I saw Ryan’s car outside your Mum’s,” she told me.
I felt a churning sensation in the pit of my stomach.
Something was going on.
“I need to see it with my own eyes,” I told her.
She drove me over and, feeling sick with dread, I let myself into Mum’s.
I got my phone out, put it onto video mode and clicked record.
I didn’t want them wheedling out of it.
I hoped against hope I’d find Ryan innocently curled up on the couch.
But he wasn’t.
I waddled upstairs, filming the whole time.
Then I flung open the bedroom door.
There, brazen as anything, my mum and boyfriend were fast asleep in the same bed.
It didn’t take a genius to work out what had made them so exhausted.
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I was 35 weeks pregnant.
How could they do this to me?
“My baby’s father and my mother in bed,” I said, so it was recorded on the camera.
Waking, Ryan glared at me, ducked under the covers and didn’t say a word.
Mum sat bolt upright.
“What?” she snapped. “Nothing’s happened.”
Did she think I was a fool?
“This house has four other beds and a couch,” I screamed before fleeing outside.
She tried to chase after me, although I was sure it was only because she wanted to snatch my phone and delete the video.
Back home, I took some deep breaths.
Me and my son, Amari.
I decided I was going to have my baby and cut them out of my life – both of them.
I went into labour four weeks early.
I was sure the stress of everything brought it on.
My friends Natalie and Matthew were my birthing partners, but as I screamed in pain, I cried out for Mum and Ryan.
I couldn’t stop myself.
When Amari was placed in my arms I made him a promise.
“I will always protect you,” I whispered.
I’ve since been in contact with Ryan and he admitted sleeping with Mum, but said it was just the once.
I don’t believe him.
It’ll take me a lot longer to accept Mum back into my life.
I can replace a boyfriend, but you only ever have one mum and mine trashed our relationship.
