With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
Please, share this story with friends and family!
When Carly Simon wrote the song You’re So Vain, her career changed forever, and yet the song remains one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. Who is the person Simon is singing about?
Well, Carly herself has revealed who the classic song is about.
The 1970’s sure was a time for great music. During the 1960’s, bands like The Beatles had conquered the world, and now it was time for the likes of Bob Dylan and others to take over.
Carly Simon – singer/songwriter
One of those who did just that was Carly Simon. The wonderful singer/songwriter became one of the most popular artists when her career began to grow in the early 1970’s.
We’ve all heard You’re so Vain and various other classics from the New Yorker. But what about her life? And who was You’re so Vain actually about? This is the story of the wonderful Carly Simon.
Carly Simon was born on June 25, 1945, in New York City, the youngest daughter of an upper-class New York family. Her father Richard Simon was the co-founder of the Simon & Schuster publishing company.
Carly Simon – childhood
Now, Carly’s childhood wasn’t exactly perfect. As a third daughter, she often felt inadequate. Did her parents really want her?
“After two daughters he’d been counting on a son, a male successor to be named Carl. When I was born, he and Mommy simply added a y to the word, like an accusing chromosome: Carly,” she said.
When she was just 7 or 8 years old, Carly experienced a string of disturbing sexual encounters with a teenage boy.
“I didn’t realize that I was being used,” she said in an interview with USA Today. “I thought of myself as being in love with him. I’m sure a lot of girls go through the same thing.”
As a young girl, Carly got to see what the music industry was all about. But it would be some time before she would become the sensation she was.
Simon split her time between her family’s townhouse in Greenwich Village, New York and a wonderful estate in Stamford, Connecticut. The estate in Stamford saw the young girl surrounded by celebrities like Albert Einstein and Eleanor Roosevelt.
The Simon family were also good friends of legendary baseball player Jackie Robinson, who soon would take Carly under his wing. Jackie Robinson and his family lived in the Stamford house while their own home was under construction.
Befriended Jackie Robinson
She got to sit in the dugout at the old Ebbets Field in Brooklyn – home of the then-Brooklyn Dodgers. Soon, she became the unofficial mascot of the team.
“Jackie even taught me how to bat lefty, though it never took”, Simon wrote in her memoir Boys in the Trees (2015).
“He always had the cutest look around the side of his mouth, as if he were thinking about what he was about to say before he said it.”
However, the family would go through a tragedy. Simon’s father was strong-armed out of his own company, and died in 1960, just before his daughter’s 16th birthday.
For her part, Carly showed an early interest in music. She started singing together with brother Joey – who later became a successful writer, writing the music for the Broadway show The Secret Garden – but later, it was her and her sister who would go on to pursue a career in the business.
As Carly wrote on her website, she and sister Lucy taught themselves three chords on the guitar and hitch-hiked up to Provincetown, MA in the summer of 1964.
The Simon Sisters – as they called themselves – sang at a local bar called The Moors, with a repertoar consisting of folk music, as well as some of their own songs.
Touring with sister Lucy
Carly Simon and Lucy were eventually signed to Kapp Records and played a couple of clubs in Greenwich Village, opening for early comedians Woody Allen and Dick Cavett, among others, and even played in the UK.
In her memoir, Simon recalls the boat trip across the Atlantic heading home.
They were on the same boat as Sean Connery, and Carly and her sister ended up spending the trip with the actor. At that point, of course, no one could realize or even imagine that Carly would write a Bond theme song 12 years later.
The sister duo released three albums in the 1960s before Lucy left to get married.
Carly Simon was on her own, but still determined to forge a career in the music industry. However, her career had a slow start. She started working as a summer-camp counselor and as a secretary on a TV show.
Carly’s career
In February of 1971, Simon released her debut album Carly Simon. The song That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be – an anti-marriage-song – became her first hit, reaching No. 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 list.
In October, later the same year, Simon released her second album, Anticipation. By now, things had really started to blow up. Her album went gold in two years and contained the smash hit Anticipation, which peaked at No. 13 on the Billboard pop singles chart and also at No. 3 on the Billboard Adult Contemporary chart in the United States.
According to herself, Simon wrote the song in just 15 minutes while waiting for Cat Stevens at her place, whom she was dating at the time and had made dinner for. When he arrived, the song was ready, but the date only lasted a short while.
“He gave me whispers and drawings of Blake poems,” Carly Simon said. “He told me about his childhood, his mixed Greek and Swedish parents, and we made a connection that has lasted.”
With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
Please, share this story with friends and family!
4 Heartwrenching Stories of Newborns Caught in Family Drama from Day One
What happens when the joy of welcoming a newborn is eclipsed by betrayal, cruelty, or heartbreaking abandonment? These four emotional stories reveal how families navigated the deepest wounds caused by those they loved most… stories that will leave you gripping your heart.
A newborn’s cry should be the sound of hope, love, and new beginnings. But for these families, the arrival of their children was met with betrayal, manipulation, and heartbreak. Each story reveals the raw reality of navigating parenthood while enduring the deepest wounds inflicted by those closest to them.
A newborn baby | Source: Unsplash
Story 1: I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital — I Found Only the Babies and a Note
I was all smiles driving to the hospital that day, balloons bobbing beside me. I couldn’t wait to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters, Callie and Jessica, home. I’d spent days perfecting the nursery, cooking a family dinner, and planning a warm welcome. But when I arrived, everything unraveled.
Suzie was gone.
A man holding balloons | Source: Midjourney
I found my daughters sleeping peacefully in their bassinets and a note waiting for me:
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
The words hit like a freight train. My hands shook as I reread them. This wasn’t real… couldn’t be. Suzie was happy, wasn’t she?
A man reading a note | Source: Midjourney
A nurse entered with discharge paperwork, but her calm expression crumbled when I demanded to know where Suzie was. “She checked out this morning,” she said nervously. “She told us you knew.”
I didn’t know. I drove home in a daze, my daughters in the backseat, and the note crumpled in my fist. At home, my mom, Mandy, greeted me on the porch with a bright smile and a casserole dish.
“Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” she exclaimed.
An excited woman | Source: Midjourney
I stepped back, holding the car seat protectively. “Not yet, Mom,” I said coldly, thrusting the note at her. “What did you do to Suzie?”
Her smile faded, and as she read the note, her face paled. “Ben, I don’t know—”
“Don’t lie to me! You’ve never liked her! You’ve always criticized and undermined her. What did you do that pushed her to take this extreme step?”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran inside the house. “I’ve only ever tried to help.”
A woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t trust her anymore. That night, while the twins slept, I searched for answers. In Suzie’s things, I found a letter in my mom’s handwriting:
“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son. You’ve trapped him with this pregnancy, but don’t think you can fool me. If you care about them, you’ll leave before you ruin their lives.”
I could not believe my eyes, and I confronted my mom immediately. She tried to defend herself, saying she was protecting me, but I was done.
“You drove her away! Pack your things. You’re leaving tonight,” I yelled, leaving no room for argument. She tried to pacify me, but I wasn’t listening.
She left, but the damage was done.
A man carrying twin babies into a house | Source: Midjourney
In the following weeks, I juggled sleepless nights and frantic searches for Suzie. I reached out to her friends and family, desperate for a clue.
Finally, her friend Sara confessed, “Suzie felt trapped… not by you, but by everything. Your mom told her the twins would be better off without her. Your mom had been so manipulative and controlling.”
The knife twisted deeper. Suzie had been suffering in silence, afraid I wouldn’t believe her.
A man with his head in his hands | Source: Midjourney
Months passed without a word. One day, I received a text from an unknown number. It was a photo of Suzie in the hospital, holding the twins. Beneath it was a message:
“I wish I was the type of mother they deserve. I hope you forgive me.”
“Suzie? Is it you? Oh my God… please come home. Please… please,” I pleaded as I called the number, but it was disconnected. My resolve to find her only strengthened.
A man speaking on his phone | Source: Midjourney
But days passed like leaves on a breeze, and I couldn’t find my wife. Then, a year later, on the twins’ first birthday, there was a knock at the door.
Suzie stood there, clutching a small gift bag, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked healthier, but the sadness lingered. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Suzie?!” I gasped, tears running down my cheeks as I pulled her into my arms. For the first time in a year, I felt whole.
“I’d been such a fool to give in to your mom’s words and run away from my own family. I thought… I thought I wasn’t good enough, like she’d said,” she cried.
“Let’s not talk about her anymore. I’m glad that you’re back… to us,” I said, kissing her forehead as we approached our toddlers.
A man hugging a woman | Source: Midjourney
In the weeks that followed, Suzie opened up. Postpartum depression, my mom’s cruelty, and her own feelings of inadequacy had driven her away. Therapy had helped her find strength, but the scars remained.
“I didn’t want to leave,” she admitted one night, her hand trembling in mine. “But I didn’t know how to stay.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I promised.
And we did. Healing wasn’t easy, but love, resilience, and the shared joy of raising Callie and Jessica brought us back together. Together, we rebuilt what had almost been lost.
A man rocking a baby | Source: Midjourney
Story 2: I Came Home with My Newborn Twins to Find the Locks Changed, My Stuff Thrown Out, and a Note Waiting for Me
The day I was discharged from the hospital with my newborn twin daughters, Ella and Sophie, should have been one of the happiest of my life. Instead, it became an unforgettable nightmare.
My husband Derek was supposed to pick us up, but at the last minute, he called.
An upset mother with her newborn babies | Source: Midjourney
“Mom’s really unwell,” he said hurriedly. “I need to take her to the hospital. I can’t make it to you.”
I was stunned. “Derek, I just gave birth. I need you here.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But this is serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney
Knowing his mother, Lorraine, and Derek’s tendency to prioritize her, I wasn’t convinced he’d return anytime soon. Reluctantly, I arranged a taxi to take me and the girls home.
When we arrived, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were dumped on the lawn. Panic crept in as I paid the driver and approached the door, calling, “Derek?”
No answer.
A messy front yard | Source: Midjourney
I tried my key. But it didn’t work. The locks had been changed. My heart raced as I spotted a note taped to a suitcase:
“Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. — Derek”
My breath hitched. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. This couldn’t be Derek, the man who had been by my side through every moment of my pregnancy.
A shocked woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney
I called him, but it went straight to voicemail. Again and again, but no answer. Sophie and Ella started crying, their wails matching the panic in my chest. Shaking, I called my mom.
“Derek changed the locks,” I choked out. “He threw me out. There’s a note… Mom, I don’t understand.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaimed. “I’m coming right now.”
When she arrived, she hugged me tightly, her anger barely contained. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek loves you and the girls. Let’s go to my place until we figure this out.”
An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney
At her house, I tried to piece things together. The note didn’t make sense, and Derek’s silence only fueled my anxiety. Unable to sleep, I decided to confront him.
The next morning, I returned to the house. The yard was empty, and all my belongings were gone. I knocked on the door, then peered through the window. The sight froze me: Lorraine was sitting at the dining table, sipping tea.
When I banged on the door, she opened it just a crack, her face smug. “You’re not welcome here, Jenna. Didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Derek?” I snapped.
A shocked woman peaking through a window | Source: Midjourney
“He’s at the hospital, taking care of his mother.”
“You’re not sick!” I yelled. “And you’re NOT in the hospital!”
She smirked. “I’m feeling better now. Miracles happen.”
Realization dawned, heavy and suffocating. “You lied to him. You faked being sick to get him out of the house.”
“And?” she replied, unbothered.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
A nonchalant older woman standing by a door | Source: Midjourney
Crossing her arms, her lips curled into a cruel smile. “I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless.”
Her words knocked the air out of me.
“You threw us out over that?”
“Of course. I even made sure he couldn’t call you by taking his phone. He stayed there overnight, worried, thinking I was truly ill. I bribed a nurse this morning to keep him at the hospital longer to discuss my ‘illness.’ And you know what? It worked perfectly! My naive son believed me when I told him I needed some fresh air and was going for a walk. I just wanted to get back to our beloved home for a hot shower with my favorite bath bombs and some nice chamomile tea! And if you’re planning on exposing me to my son… forget it! Derek loves me too much to believe you, honey!”
A smug older woman | Source: Midjourney
Shaking with rage, I stormed out and drove straight to the hospital, finding Derek pacing in the waiting room.
“Jenna!” he said, relief flooding his face. “I’ve been trying to reach you, but I don’t have my phone.”
“Your mother took it,” I cut him off. “She faked being sick, locked me out of the house, and left that awful note.”
His face darkened with fury. “What?”
“She said it’s because our daughters aren’t boys.”
A man at a hospital | Source: Midjourney
Without another word, Derek grabbed his keys and drove us home. Lorraine’s smug expression faded when we arrived.
“Derek, darling—”
“STOP!” he snapped. “You lied to me, locked my wife and children out of our home, and wrote a fake note to drive them away. What’s wrong with you?”
She sputtered excuses, but he wasn’t having it.
An older woman having tea | Source: Midjourney
“Pack your things and leave. You’re done here.”
Tears streamed down her face. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my wife. Those are my daughters. If you can’t respect them, you’re not welcome in our lives.”
An angry man shouting | Source: Midjourney
“You’ll regret this,” she hissed as she packed her things, slamming doors as she went.
That night, Derek apologized repeatedly. He changed back the locks, blocked Lorraine’s number, and reported the bribed nurse. Over time, we rebuilt our life. Lorraine had tried to destroy us, but she only brought us closer together.
A happy woman with her man | Source: Midjourney
Story 3: My Husband Dumped Me as Soon as He Walked into the Hospital Ward and Saw Our Newborn Twin Daughters
After years of infertility, I thought giving birth to twin daughters would finally bring my husband Mark and me closer. The pregnancy had been grueling, but as I lay in my hospital bed, Ella and Sophie nestled at my sides, all the pain seemed worth it.
I sent Mark a text: They’re here. Two beautiful girls. Can’t wait for you to meet them.
A woman holding her newborn twin girls | Source: Midjourney
I imagined him rushing in, joyful tears streaming down his face. But when the door opened, his expression wasn’t joy. It was stone cold.
“Hey,” I said softly, trying to smile through my exhaustion. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Mark’s eyes landed on the girls, his jaw tightening as disgust flickered across his face. “What the hell is this?” he muttered.
Confused, I frowned. “What do you mean? They’re our daughters!”
“You tricked me!” he snapped, venom lacing his words.
A man standing in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney
My heart sank. “What are you talking about? They’re healthy, Mark. Perfect. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” He laughed bitterly. “You didn’t tell me they were girls! You knew I wanted boys. I thought we were having boys!”
I blinked, stunned. “You’re upset because… they’re girls?”
“Damn right, I’m upset!” He stepped back, his expression like he was staring at strangers. “This whole family was supposed to carry on my name. You’ve ruined EVERYTHING.”
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My chest tightened as tears welled in my eyes. “Mark, please, they’re our daughters—”
“No,” he cut me off, shaking his head. “You betrayed me. These aren’t even mine.”
The accusation hit like a punch to the gut. I was speechless, my mind racing to comprehend how the man who had been my rock could say something so vile.
Before I could respond, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
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I stared at the door in shock, then down at my girls. Their tiny hands curled against my chest as if they knew I needed comfort. “It’s okay, sweethearts,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure it would be.
Days passed. I moved in with my parents, hoping everything would be alright and that Mark would return, apologizing for a silly misunderstanding. But he vanished without a trace.
Rumors swirled that he was vacationing in a tropical paradise while I grappled with sleepless nights and endless diapers. The betrayal cut deep, but the worst was yet to come when his mother, Sharon, called.
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“You ruined everything,” she hissed in a voicemail. “Mark deserved sons, not… this. How could you betray him like that?”
The messages didn’t stop. Sharon bombarded me with accusations: I had cheated, I was a failure as a wife, and my daughters weren’t good enough for their family.
The nursery became my refuge. Each night, I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, whispering, “I’ll keep you safe. We’ll be okay.” But inside, I was breaking.
One sleepless night, as I cradled the girls, a realization hit me: I was waiting for Mark to come back, but he didn’t deserve us. I needed to take action… not for him, but for my daughters.
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I hired a lawyer who gave me hope.
“With Mark’s abandonment,” she explained, “you’re in a strong position. Full custody. Child support. We’ll handle visitation on your terms.”
For the first time in weeks, I felt a spark of power.
I began to rebuild. On social media, I shared photos of Ella and Sophie — tiny milestones, giggles, and gummy smiles. Each post was a celebration of our new life, without Mark. Friends rallied around me, and the posts spread through our circle.
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Mark didn’t stay away for long. One day, I hosted an open house to introduce my daughters to friends and family. The house buzzed with warmth and laughter, and the twins wore matching outfits with little bows.
Then the door flew open.
Mark stood there, wild-eyed and furious. “What the hell is this?” he barked.
I stood my ground. “It’s our life, Mark. The one you walked out on.”
“You turned everyone against me!” he accused, his voice rising.
“You did that yourself when you abandoned your family because you didn’t get the sons you wanted,” I replied.
“You robbed me of my legacy!” he roared.
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I stepped closer, meeting his gaze. “You didn’t deserve us, Mark. You made your choice, and this is mine. You’re not welcome here.”
Friends surrounded me, their silent support forcing Mark to retreat. Humiliated, he stormed out.
A few weeks later, Mark received court papers detailing custody and child support. There was no escaping his responsibility, even if he refused to be a father.
As for Sharon, her final message went unread. I was done with their family.
That night, as I rocked my daughters to sleep, I felt a profound peace. Mark’s absence wasn’t a loss. It was freedom. And as I held Ella and Sophie close, I knew our future was brighter without him.
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Story 4: My Husband Came to Take Me and Our Newborn Triplets Home – When He Saw Them, He Told Me to Leave Them at the Hospital
After years of struggling to have children, the birth of our triplets — Sophie, Lily, and Grace — was a dream come true. As I held my tiny girls in the hospital room, their peaceful faces filled me with overwhelming love.
But when my husband Jack walked in the next day to bring us home, something was wrong. His face was pale and his movements hesitant. He lingered by the door, refusing to come near.
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“Jack,” I said softly, trying to ease his nerves, “come look at them. They’re here. These lovely little angels. We did it.”
He shuffled closer, his eyes darting to the bassinets. “Yeah… they’re beautiful,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow.
“What’s going on?” I pressed, my voice trembling.
He took a deep breath and blurted out, “Emily, I don’t think we can keep them.”
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I stared at him, my heart plummeting. “What are you talking about? They’re OUR daughters!”
Jack looked away, his voice shaky. “My mom went to see a fortune teller. She said… she said these babies will bring bad luck. That they’ll ruin my life… even cause my death.”
I froze, disbelief washing over me. “A fortune teller?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Jack, they’re babies, not bad omens!”
He looked torn but nodded grimly. “My mom swears by her. She’s never been wrong before.”
Anger boiled in my chest. “And because of this, you want to abandon them? You want to leave your own daughters in the hospital?”
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Jack couldn’t meet my eyes. “If you want to keep them, fine,” he said weakly, “but I won’t be there.”
Tears blurred my vision as his words sunk in. “If you walk out that door, Jack,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “don’t come back.”
He hesitated for a moment, guilt flickering in his eyes. But then he turned and left without another word.
The door closed behind him, and I sat frozen in shock. A nurse entered moments later, her face softening when she saw my tears. She placed a hand on my shoulder as I clutched my daughters closer, whispering, “I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”
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Over the following weeks, I adjusted to life as a single mother. Raising triplets alone was overwhelming, but my love for Sophie, Lily, and Grace kept me going. Friends and family helped where they could, but the weight of Jack’s abandonment lingered.
Then one afternoon, Jack’s sister, Beth, visited. She had been one of the few from his family to stand by me. That day, her expression was painful, and I knew she had something to say.
“Emily,” she began hesitantly, “I overheard Mom talking to Aunt Carol. She… she admitted there was no fortune teller.”
I froze. “What are you saying?”
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Beth sighed, her face full of regret. “She made it up. She thought that if she convinced Jack the girls would bring bad luck, he’d stay close to her instead of focusing on you and the babies. Moreover, she had wanted grandsons. And she was really disappointed right from the gender reveal party. I guess she’d been planning this for a long time.”
Rage surged through me. “She lied to destroy our family,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “How could she?”
Beth nodded. “I don’t think she realized he’d actually leave, but I thought you should know.”
I didn’t sleep that night. I wanted to confront Jack, but more than that, I needed him to know the truth. The next morning, I called him.
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“Jack, it’s me,” I said when he answered. “We need to talk.”
He sighed heavily. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Your mother lied,” I said, anger making my voice tremble. “There was no fortune teller. She made it up because she didn’t want to share you with us. She wanted grandsons. She was disappointed right from the gender reveal party.”
Silence stretched on the other end. Finally, he scoffed. “My mom wouldn’t lie about something this big.”
“She admitted it to her sister, Jack. Beth overheard her. Why would I make this up?”
“I’m sorry, Emily,” he said dismissively. “I can’t do this.”
The line went dead.
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Weeks turned into months. Each day, I grew stronger, building a life around my daughters. Friends and neighbors pitched in, and slowly, the ache Jack left behind faded. Sophie, Lily, and Grace became my world, their smiles and coos a balm to my soul.
Then one day, Jack’s mother knocked on my door. Her face was pale, her eyes full of regret.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I never thought Jack would leave you. I just… I was scared of losing him.”
I crossed my arms, holding back my anger. “And what about your preference for grandsons over granddaughters? Your fear and selfishness destroyed my family,” I said coldly.
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She nodded, her face crumpling. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it right.”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing you can do. Please leave.”
She walked away, her shoulders slumped.
A year later, Jack showed up on my doorstep, looking gaunt and ashamed. “I made a mistake,” he said, his voice breaking. “I should have believed you. I’m sorry. I want to come back. I want to be a family again.”
But I had already made my choice.
“You left us when we needed you most,” I said firmly. “We’ve built a life without you, and I won’t let you hurt us again.”
I closed the door, my heart steady and strong.
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That night, as I rocked my daughters to sleep, I realized we didn’t need Jack. Our family was whole — just me and my girls.
Newborns symbolize hope and new beginnings, yet these stories reveal how family drama can cast a long shadow. In the face of heartbreak, the resilience of these parents shines, proving love for their children can weather any storm.
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