I never expected my maternity leave to involve a stolen car, police, and a coworker who refused to take no for an answer. But Emily, the woman I’d driven to work for a year, turned my postpartum period into pure chaos.
When I told her I couldn’t keep driving her during my leave, she suggested my husband, Mark, take over. “He got you pregnant—it’s his fault you’re off work!” she joked. I didn’t laugh.
Then, at dawn on my first week home, she showed up at our door, begging Mark to drive her. He almost agreed—until I stepped in. “No. Our baby needs him more than you do.”
Emily left in a huff, but the worst was yet to come.
Days later, I discovered our car was gone. My heart raced as I called the police—only to see Emily casually return in our vehicle with her boyfriend.
“You took our car?!” I gasped.
She smirked. “Well, you wouldn’t help me, so I helped myself.”
The police offered to press charges, but Mark, though furious, just ordered her to stay away.
We never spoke to her again. Instead, we tightened security and focused on our little family.
Some people will push boundaries until they break them. But becoming a parent taught me one thing: nobody comes before my child.
