Am I Wrong for Telling My Pregnant Wife I Would Choose My Mom over Her?

An anonymous Reddit user faced an excruciating dilemma when his wife asked him to choose between being present for the birth of their child or saying a final farewell to his terminally ill mother. The 36-year-old Original Poster (OP) and his 33-year-old wife were expecting their first child while the OP’s 70-year-old mother battled stage 4 cancer with limited chances of recovery due to ineffective treatments.

The OP, deeply appreciating his mother’s dedication in raising him after losing his father at a young age, opted to be with his mother during her last moments. This choice triggered a heated argument with his wife, who eventually declared that he was not wanted at the delivery.

As tensions escalated, his wife instructed him to leave their home, leaving the OP questioning the rightness of his decision. Ultimately, the couple agreed to seek marriage counseling, and the OP accepted not being present at the birth. He also offered his wife space before the baby’s arrival and committed to returning home to take paternity leave. This story ignited a debate on priorities and relationship choices during challenging times.

While some Reddit users supported the OP’s decision, others empathized with his wife’s feelings and urged him to consider her perspective. The story sparked a debate on priorities and choices during challenging times in relationships.

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