“My Daughter Sends Me Money Every Month: She Begs Me Not to Tell Her Husband”

I remember the day my husband walked out on us as if it were yesterday. My daughter, Emily, was barely a year old. He left without a word, leaving me to fend for myself and our child. The days that followed were some of the darkest in my life. I had no job, no savings, and no family nearby to lean on. The only thing that kept me going was the small house I inherited from my mother. It wasn’t much, but it was a roof over our heads.

Raising Emily on my own was a challenge, but it was also the most rewarding experience of my life. She grew up to be a kind, intelligent, and hardworking woman. She excelled in school and went on to get a good job in the city. I couldn’t have been prouder.

A few years ago, Emily got married to a man named John. He seemed nice enough, but there was always something about him that made me uneasy. He was controlling and had a temper that flared up over the smallest things. Emily assured me that he loved her and that they were happy together, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

About a year into their marriage, Emily started sending me money every month. At first, it was just a small amount, but over time it grew into a significant sum. She told me it was to help with the bills and to make sure I didn’t have to worry about anything. I was grateful, of course, but I also felt guilty. I didn’t want her to feel like she had to take care of me.

One day, Emily called me in tears. She begged me not to tell John about the money she was sending me. She said he would be furious if he found out and that it would cause problems in their marriage. I promised her I wouldn’t say a word.

As the months went by, Emily’s visits became less frequent. When she did come by, she always seemed tired and stressed. I tried to talk to her about it, but she brushed it off, saying she was just busy with work.

Then one night, I got a call from Emily. She was crying and sounded terrified. She said John had found out about the money and had gone into a rage. He accused her of hiding things from him and threatened to leave her if she didn’t stop sending me money. Emily was devastated. She said she didn’t know what to do and that she felt trapped.

I told her to come home, that we would figure something out together. But she said she couldn’t leave him, that she loved him despite everything. My heart broke for her.

The next few months were a blur of worry and helplessness. Emily stopped sending me money, and our conversations became strained. She seemed distant and unhappy, but there was nothing I could do.

One evening, I got a call from the hospital. Emily had been admitted with severe injuries. They said it looked like she had been in an accident, but I knew better. When I saw her lying in that hospital bed, bruised and broken, I knew John was responsible.

Emily survived, but she was never the same. She moved back in with me, but the light in her eyes was gone. She rarely spoke about what happened, and when she did, it was clear she blamed herself.

I wish I could say there was a happy ending to this story, but there isn’t. Emily is still with me, but she’s a shadow of the person she used to be. John never faced any consequences for what he did, and Emily refuses to press charges.

I am proud of my daughter for her strength and resilience, but I am also heartbroken for the life she lost because of him.