Even though my husband had just left the house, I discovered that he was in the room with our one-month-old baby at night. I walked into the nursery and found something horrifying.

My spouse and I had just welcomed a child into the world. Our lives were drastically upended by our firstborn. The first several weeks were joyful but taxing, like something from a movie. I was unable to look away from my spouse and the love he showed for our son. He appeared to be the ideal dad.

However, a change started to occur. Initially, it was minor issues: he began arriving home from work later, became agitated, and responded briefly. Artyom requested “an hour to himself” every night as soon as he went to sleep. He would either withdraw into his study or depart without providing an explanation.

It was painful. Fathers also experience a lot, so I assumed he might have postpartum depression or simply be exhausted. I gave him room. But yesterday, everything was different.

In the middle of the night, our son woke up sobbing. I looked at the baby monitor out of habit just as I was ready to enter the room. He had just dropped his dummy and was already calming down, according to the video. But all of a sudden… In the corner of the screen, I saw movement.

I went cold. It included my hubby. He stood still, gazing at the crib in the gloomy light. However, he had just stepped out of the home. The front door closed, and I heard it!

I gasped. I leaped to my feet and hurried to the nursery. I was appalled by what I witnessed there 😱😢

Our son was the only person in the room. No sound, no hubby. He calmly returned home from the store a few minutes later, carrying a shopping bag, as like nothing had happened.

It was more than I could handle. I played the video for him. He turned pale. He lowered himself to the ground and muttered:

I hoped that wouldn’t occur again.

He informed me that he had been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder as a teenager. He believed it to be permanently gone because the symptoms had nearly vanished over the years.

However, after our baby was born, a different personality “woke up” inside of him. When it took over, he didn’t remember anything. And that aspect of him harbored animosity toward babies. Dangerous, inexplicable hatred.

He sobbed. claimed to have begun to notice odd dreams, time gaps, and stuff he couldn’t recall touching. He believed he was losing his mind.

He begged for pardon. pleaded with me not to be scared. made a commitment to visit a physician and be admitted to a clinic. Additionally, I I wanted to think he was real.

However, I checked his phone that night as he was dozing off on the couch. He most likely hadn’t even heard the voice memo that was captured on the dictaphone app. A strange, dull, and angry masculine voice whispered:

— Tomorrow. We’ll get rid of him tomorrow.

I could no longer take the chance. He awoke to find his apartment deserted. I had gone to my parents’ house with our son.

We now reside in a different city. My spouse is undergoing treatment. We exclusively communicate with attorneys. I’m not sure if he was a monster or a father at that time. But I will only trust myself from now on.