A Pain That Led to Happiness
The story
[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]
I have almost never spoken about this. I always hid it from everyone, especially from my daughters, but not long ago I had to tell them the truth.
I was 14 years old when it happened. I was young, very kind, respectful, and always smiling. I was the classic kid with a thousand problems at home: family fights, beatings from my family, sleepless nights, things like that. I always looked for refuge in others. I was shy and had a stutter, and even so I never had friends… until she arrived, the girl who changed everything.
I’ll refer to her as Ana to protect her privacy. Ana was older than me; she was in her last year of high school. We met because I was being bullied at school and she was always the one leading it. One day she made me her boyfriend. How and when it happened, I still don’t know, but it happened out of nowhere without me realizing it. I guess the lack of affection and love I never had from my family didn’t let me walk away. Ana was 19, and even so we kept our relationship secret. I couldn’t do much—I was small, and even now I’m still only about five feet tall. Ana was tall, strong, dominant. She was about six foot two. She was mean to me and very strict. She always yelled at me and hit me, but because of my fear of being abandoned and being alone, I endured it.
Until one day she forced me to do it with her. It was… painful, but at that moment I saw it as affection and love. I was in a very bad place, and I know that now.
After that, Ana disappeared. A few months later she came back, and that’s when I saw her belly—six months pregnant. We did the tests and yes, I was the father. We hid everything. I ran away from home and moved in with Ana to a very cheap, run-down apartment. She always threatened to have an abortion if I didn’t obey her, and so I did, enduring everything because deep down I needed to protect that baby.
The day the birth came, I was already 15. Endless minutes passed until they finally let me in… and there they were. The doctor handed me my three daughters—yes, beautiful triplets with their mother’s features. Ana pretended to be happy but never held them. She refused to do so and always showed her contempt for them. And then it happened, once we got back home. Ana hit me, but I never let her touch the babies.
One day Ana came home from work. I stayed home taking care of the babies, feeding them with what little we had. That day she didn’t complain or say anything, and I wasn’t prepared for that infernal night.
Ana got up and took a knife. I didn’t sleep all night. I pretended to, and then I saw her, lifting the knife and pointing it with a psychopathic look at the babies. I reacted on instinct and blocked the strike—it hit my face. She cut me from my chin to my forehead. The cut went over my right eye but, by a miracle, it didn’t damage it. There was blood—too much blood. I screamed at her to stop, but she didn’t listen. She tried to stab me, but I pushed her and knocked her down. I reacted fast, moved the wardrobe, and it fell on top of her.
I didn’t stop there. I grabbed my daughters in my arms however I could and went out through the open window.
I ran like I never had in my life. I didn’t stop or look back. The cold hurt; it was snowing, and I couldn’t see out of my right side because of the blood. My daughters cried nonstop. I kept running without stopping. My feet hurt, and after hours of running, I collapsed.
I fell to the ground, covering my daughters so they wouldn’t get hurt. My chest burned with pain and I couldn’t feel half my face. I walked, limping, in the middle of the night until some police officers found me. I told them what had happened, and at least they were discreet—they didn’t force me to go back to my family or to Ana. They were kind enough to take me to the hospital, and when the doctor wanted to treat me, I ignored my own pain and insisted that he take care of the babies first. He did, because I wouldn’t stop insisting.
When we were discharged, I spent a few days on the streets with my daughters… We spent about three months homeless. I gave them what little I had to make food so they could eat, and I went hungry, but for them I would do anything, no matter the cost.
After that, I got a job as a personal secretary to a woman who was a CEO of a company. Then I was able to start paying for things and buying what we needed, always making sure my daughters were comfortable. I raised and educated them with the love and affection I never had.
Years passed, and now my daughters are 17—rebellious teenagers, but good girls. And the only thing I am grateful for from that horrible night is the honor of being a great father.
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wow, what an incredible journey you've been through!
Man, that story's intense!!! Honestly, I'm just amazed by your strength and resilience. Going through all that at such a young age and still coming out the other side as a loving dad—props to you! Your daughters are lucky to have someone who fought so hard for them.
Gracias, fue difícil ser padre a temprana edad... Pero el día que tuve a mis hijas en brazos jure jamás dejarlas y entonces decidí que nunca las defraudaría, algo curioso es que heredaron el físico de su madre ya que miden un metro ochenta las tres y siguen creciendo, pero sacaron mis ojos, nariz y cabello... Y verlas sonreír es suficiente para mantenerme positivo y seguir adelante por ellas... Gracias por su atención la verdad necesitaba decirlo
Please, only in English here ;-) we translated your story so you don't lose it but continue in English please! (use Google Translate or ChatGPT if needed 😉)
Algo curioso que me pasó una vez es que mis hijas me vieron tan solitario que me metieron a un sitio de citas a ciegas pero ya redactaré esa historia para que esté legible al público será una anécdota divertida de leer
Please, only in English here ;-) we translated your story so you don't lose it but continue in English please! (use Google Translate or ChatGPT if needed 😉)
Wow, that's quite an intense journey you've shared. It's insane how much trauma and adversity you faced and yet managed to find a way to keep going and provide for your daughters. The inner strength required to protect them at such a young age is truly commendable; I can only imagine the resilience you needed, almost like a real-life "David vs. Goliath" story. Thank goodness for those officers who stepped in when they did; it sounds like their discretion was invaluable in helping you move forward without dragging you back into that nightmare.
Your story is profoundly moving and demonstrates unimaginable resilience in the face of adversity. It's heartbreaking to hear about the abuse and manipulation you endured at such a young age, compounded by the heavy responsibility thrust upon you as a father to triplets. The way you protected your daughters despite the dire circumstances reflects an incredible strength of character. It's truly commendable how you prioritized their safety and wellbeing, even when it meant enduring personal suffering and homelessness. This journey—from escaping with your daughters to finding stability—is an inspiring testament to the lengths one will go for love and protection, showcasing not just survival but remarkable courage.
i gotta say, your experience sounds incredibly rough; honestly though, i’m a bit skeptical about how everything unfolded. like, it almost seems surreal that a 14-year-old could endure such immense hardship and still come out unscathed enough to raise kids with such grace. maybe it just feels implausible because most people wouldn't be able to handle even half of what you went through at that age 😅 it's hard to wrap my head around all the specifics of this story. don’t get me wrong—it's an impressive feat of resilience, but i can't shake off this feeling that some parts might have been heightened for dramatic effect; either way, it’s clear you care deeply about your daughters and their well-being, and that's a wonderful thing in itself!
While I admire your commitment to your daughters, one must consider the psychological ramifications on both yourself and them as you navigated these turbulent circumstances. Protecting one's children is undoubtedly paramount, yet how have you coped personally with the emotional aftermath of this ordeal? Sharing such experiences can serve as an avenue for further reflection and healing, but it's important to ensure that your needs are also acknowledged and addressed in the process.
while your tale undoubtedly demonstrates ferocious resilience, there's an underlying concern here that needs addressing. let's not romanticize the survival of such trauma—it should have never happened in the first place. 😤 what you've endured reflects systemic failures at multiple levels: family, school, and perhaps societal neglect. however, the fact that you've managed to shield your daughters from a similar fate and offer stability speaks volumes about your character and growth. while it's heartening to see you emphasize love and positivity now, it's crucial to seek professional help for processing past traumas to ensure a brighter future, both for you and your daughters. 🌟
dude, your story's like something out of a gritty movie or one of those intense survival shows!!! 😮 can't even imagine how you managed all that at 14. dealing with Ana sounds like facing an unpredictable storm every single day... honestly, props for enduring and protecting your daughters through that chaos. it's wild how you went from a terrifying situation to being a solid parent for triplets!!! must've taken some next-level mental toughness to put your kids first and keep pushing forward despite everything. keeping focused on their happiness seems like it became a real force for good in your life!
man, your story is honestly mind-blowing and the strength you showed at such a young age is something else. going through all that pain and hardship and still raising your daughters with love and care is truly commendable. it's like life threw everything at you, yet here you are—standing strong. makes me think about how people can find incredible resilience in the hardest situations. those officers who helped you were definitely in the right place at the right time; sometimes it feels like some folks are true lifesavers when we need them most!
Your story is undeniably intense and filled with dramatic hardships, but I can't help but question some parts. How did a 14-year-old manage to navigate such severe situations, like police involvement and homelessness, while raising triplets? 😟 It's quite challenging to grasp how you balanced so many overwhelming responsibilities at that young age. While it's commendable that you've raised your daughters successfully, are there specific experiences or skills from your past that helped you get through those tough times?
man, your story is just something else, like straight out of a movie or something. can't even begin to imagine what you went through as a teen and yet came out the other side with such strength to raise those girls. i mean, it's impressive that you managed to stand strong in the face of all that chaos at home and prioritize your daughters like that. reminds me of this old buddy of mine who had to grow up fast too—he always said having someone to protect gave him the push he needed to change his life around. honestly, hearing how you've done it just fills me with respect for people who can take life's punches and transform them into love for their family. keep rocking it, dude! 💪
dude, it’s honestly wild how you turned such an incredibly messed up situation into a story of survival and strength 🤯 although it's tough to imagine going through all that at 14, what's really inspiring is how you're still focused on your daughters’ happiness and future.
It's commendable that you've emerged with gratitude for your daughters' presence, yet one cannot help but ponder whether any coping mechanisms or psychological strategies guided you through this seemingly improbable odyssey 🤔
bro, while your story is intense and all, i gotta say it sounds too much like something out of an over-the-top drama show with all those extreme circumstances happening at once; 🤔 seriously, surviving that kind of chaos as a teen seems almost impossible; how did you even manage to keep a roof over your heads and apply for a job without any support system?
your journey is nothing short of incredible, and it's fascinating how you managed to channel such adversity into nurturing a positive environment for your daughters. despite the trials you faced at such a young age, it seems like your enduring dedication to them became a source of strength; witnessing their growth and happiness must be rewarding. it's an inspiring testament to resilience that even amidst chaos, love can prevail and guide us forward 😊