When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife, Suzie, and our newborn twins, I was shocked to find that Suzie had vanished.

All that was left was a note: “Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.” Confused and heartbroken, I rushed home,

where my mom greeted me with a casserole. I handed her the note, demanding answers. Her reaction was defensive, but I knew something

was wrong. Suzie had always been undermined by my mother’s cruel comments,

but I never saw how much it hurt her until now.That night, I found a letter from my mom to Suzie, telling her she wasn’t good

enough for me and should leave. I was furious. My mother’s emotional abuse had driven Suzie away. I confronted my mom, telling her to leave,

and she did. Alone with the twins, I spent weeks searching for Suzie, contacting her friends. Her friend Sara revealed that Suzie

had felt “trapped” by my mother and feared I would turn against her.Months later, I received a photo of Suzie holding the twins

with a message: “I wish I was the type of mother they deserve. I hope you forgive me.” Though I couldn’t reach her,

I never stopped searching.On the twins’ first birthday, Suzie returned. She explained that postpartum depression and my mother’s

cruelty had overwhelmed her, but therapy helped her heal. She left to protect the twins, not wanting them to feel the pain she did.

We embraced, and together, we began rebuilding our family, stronger than before.