Sadie and Jarvis Sampson tried everything for years to get pregnant, and eventually they accepted that they would only ever be aunt and uncle. Then, one day, they received a text that completely turned their world upside down.
Since getting married in January 2018, the pair has been trying to get pregnant, so when that didn’t work out naturally, they tried everything else.
The Houston mother told Love What Matters, “Ovulation tests, prenatal vitamins, cycle tracking apps, fertility monitors.”
“We didn’t even try our luck at following the unsolicited counsel of strangers, friends, and family. We tried, prayed, and waited for fourteen months. Month after Month. pregnancy test negative following negative test. It appeared like we would require help getting pregnant. We even went so far as to discuss it with medical professionals.
The couple seemed to get little assistance from the doctors. Sadie was advised by everyone that she would get pregnant if she reduced weight. Since she had no other options, she underwent gastric surgery and shed 28 pounds.’
“She informed me that since she was unable to give me the fertility medication, she would refer me to a fertility specialist if I wasn’t pregnant within six months,” Sadie recalled. I was ecstatic to hear that. We finally received a response other than “no”! We were ecstatic to hear “not right now.”
Unfortunately, though, the couple felt as though they had begun over after Sadie lost the weight and they were unable to conceive.
Connecting the Dots – Adoption Puzzle Fundraising EventAs everyone is aware, we received a call regarding our little two weeks ago.
Published on Friday, August 30, 2019 by Sadie Sampson
Sadie said, “I had always felt like I was meant to be a mother.” “I was still not pregnant even though my surgeon had spent a long time to warn me about how fertile I would be following surgery. Thus, we gave up. We came to the realization that our only destiny was to be our nieces’ aunts and uncles and our goddaughters’ godparents.
The couple had just come to the painful conclusion that they would not be able to conceive when Sadie’s friend texted her to ask if they would be willing to foster a child that a couple she knew was thinking about for themselves.
At first, the couple was apprehensive since they had been instructed by a caseworker to look after the child while the mother sought therapy. The couple was concerned that they would grow overly devoted to the child. But soon after, the narrative was altered.
The caseworker stated, “The birth mother decided she would prefer you guys adopt the child instead.”
“Holy crap!!” was the first thing Sadie uttered out loud when she learned she was expecting a child.
“Overnight, we went from not having any kids to possibly fostering one to, ‘You guys are parents!’” Still in shock, I listened to the caseworker as she spoke. After hanging up, I dialed my spouse! “Baby!” They desire that we adopt the child! They want us to have kids,” I cried out. Hold on! Really? He exclaimed, “I assumed they just wanted us to foster him.” “Nope!” “They want us to be his parents,” I remarked.
Over the weekend, the couple not only processed the surprising news but also braced themselves in case the mother had second thoughts.
On Monday, the mother not only expressed her desire for them to adopt the child, but also stated that she was prepared to sign the adoption papers independently.
At 33 weeks, their son had been born—seven weeks ahead of schedule. His weight was 4 lbs. 5 oz. Sadie writes, “He fit in one of my husband’s hands.”
Sadie said, “He was so small, swaddled in a white blanket with stripes of pink and blue.” He was early, therefore he couldn’t eat on his own, thus an NG tube was coming out of his nose. But my goodness, was he adorable!
The couple was urged to create a registry after they announced their announcement on social media. In just three days, 55 of the 72 goods they had advertised had been purchased.
Following the adoption of Ezra Lee, which was completed in October 2020, the couple had the cutest family portraits shot, sporting t-shirts that said, “Families don’t have to match.”
Through embryo donation, Sadie and Jarvis became parents to twin twins, Destinee and Journey, in 2021. The black couple, adhering to their family credo, “Families don’t have to match,” gave birth to three white children: two girls and one boy.
There is just one reaction for anyone who judges this lovely family: love is the strongest foundation there is.
My Husband Insisted We Live Separately for a Month – Then My Neighbor Called Me Saying, ‘Rush Home, There’s a Woman in Your Room!’
When Lisa’s husband suggests a month-long separation to “reignite their relationship,” she reluctantly agrees until a neighbor’s frantic call reveals a shocking betrayal. Rushing home, Lisa discovers that a woman has made herself very much at home in their place. This betrayal leaves Lisa determined to reclaim her life.
When Derek suggested we live apart for a month to “reignite our relationship,” I thought it was one of those modern trends couples try when they’re struggling but don’t want to admit it.
He spun it like a grand idea, claiming it would help us reconnect and appreciate each other more.
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“You’ll see,” he said, grinning over his coffee one morning. “It’ll be like dating all over again. You’ll miss me. I’ll miss you. And when the month’s over, it’ll be like a fresh start.”
I didn’t love the idea. What wife would? But Derek was insistent. He seemed so sure this was for the best, so I packed a bag, moved into a short-term rental across town, and told myself it would be fine.
The first week was awkward and lonely.
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Derek barely called or texted but chalked it up to the fact that he was “enjoying the space” and focused on staying busy.
I even started looking forward to what he’d called “our big reunion, Lisa.”
One day, I invited my sister, Penelope, over.
“Are you sure about this, Lisa?” she asked as she poured herself a glass of wine. “I mean, it’s a bit sketchy.”
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“I know,” I agreed, putting together a charcuterie board. “But whenever I showed any resistance, Derek would lose his mind. So, I figured that it was something he needed to do.”
“Yeah, I get that,” she said. “But something isn’t right about this, sis. I’d watch Derek carefully, if I were you.”
I have to admit, she was right. And I felt the same way. What good reason would Derek have to actually want us to be separated?
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Then, one quiet Saturday evening, my phone rang.
“Lisa,” Mary’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “You need to come home. Right now. I saw a woman in your house. I can’t see much, but I saw a silhouette through the window.”
I put the knife I was using for chopping vegetables down and shook my head clear.
Mary was my neighbor and wasn’t the type to overreact.
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“What? Really!?”
The air felt like it had been knocked out of my lungs.
A woman? In our house?
My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario:
Derek had moved someone else in. A mistress.
Then again, it could’ve been something else. A break-in, maybe, or Sheila, Derek’s mother.
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But I dismissed those possibilities almost instantly. Derek had been so distant lately, barely calling or texting. My gut told me that it had to be infidelity.
Infidelity.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Positive,” Mary said firmly. “Hurry, Lisa. Something is happening!”
I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door.
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When I reached the house, I didn’t bother knocking. My hands were trembling as I shoved the door open, adrenaline pumping through me. It was as if my instincts took over. I ran up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.
There she was.
Not a mistress, but Derek’s mother.
Sheila.
Sheila was standing in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by piles of my clothes. My closet doors were flung wide open, and she was holding one of my lace bras with a look of disgust.
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“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, startling her.
Sheila glanced up, unbothered by my outrage.
“Oh, Lisa. You’re back early,” she said nonchalantly.
She waved the bra in the air like a piece of trash.
“I’m cleaning up this house. This isn’t suitable for a married woman.”
My jaw dropped.
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“Excuse me?”
She gestured toward several trash bags on the floor. They were stuffed with my clothes, lingerie, dresses, and even casual outfits.
“Lisa, these don’t reflect the values of a proper wife. Derek asked me to help get things in order while you were gone.”
I felt a wave of rage boil over.
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“Get my things in order? By throwing away my clothes? Who gave you the right to do this?”
Sheila’s lips pursed as she straightened her shoulders.
“Honestly, Lisa, someone had to step in. This house is a mess, and your wardrobe… well, it sends the wrong message. Derek deserves better!”
Her words felt like a slap in the face.
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Sheila had always been critical. She always had snide remarks about my cooking and little digs about how I kept the house, but this?
This was a new level of audacity.
“Where is Derek?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“He’s out,” Sheila replied nonchalantly. “Running errands, I think. He knows I’m here. We both agree this is what’s best.”
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What’s best?
Her words echoed in my head as I stood there, stunned. Derek hadn’t just let this happen. He’d invited her here.
I was still standing in the bedroom fuming when Derek finally came home an hour later, pounding up the stairs. Sheila had moved to the living room, probably sensing her presence would only add fuel to the fire.
“Lisa?” Derek said, stepping into the room.
His tone was confused, almost annoyed. “Why are you here?”
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“Why am I here?” I snapped. “Because Mary called and told me there was a woman in our room going through my things. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was your mother!”
Derek sighed like I was the one making this into a big deal.
“Lisa, calm the heck down. Mom is just here to help out.”
“Helping out?” I repeated, incredulous.
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“Yes,” he said, his voice maddeningly patient. “You’ve been struggling with… well, everything lately. Haven’t you? You only sweep the living room and the kitchen. The rest of the house is a mess. There are crumbs in the bed. And the fridge handle is always sticky.”
“That’s because you eat in bed, Derek! You choose to eat in bed like a madman, instead of just eating in the living room or dining room. As for the fridge, it’s sticky because of your peanut butter and jelly hands.”
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“Don’t blame me for everything, Lisa!” he barked. “I thought Mom could step in while we figure things out.”
“While we figure things out?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Is that what you think this break is about? You said this separation was to reignite our relationship, Derek. Not to invite your mother in to fix me like I’m some kind of broken appliance.”
Derek rubbed the back of his neck.
“Lisa, don’t twist this. You’ve been stressed lately, and Mom offered to help. That’s all. I didn’t think you’d react like this.”
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I let out a bitter laugh.
“Of course, I’m reacting like this! You didn’t even tell me. You moved your mother into our home. Into my bedroom! And let her throw away my clothes. How did you think I’d react?”
He groaned, clearly frustrated.
“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen. It’s just… you’ve been so overwhelmed lately, and Mom knows what it takes to keep a proper home. She was trying to help you… help us.”
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I stared at him in disbelief.
“You think this is helping us? You think letting your mother invade my space, disrespect my boundaries, and insult my choices is helpful? Derek, this isn’t a partnership. It’s control. And the fact that you can’t see that is even worse.”
Derek looked stunned like he hadn’t expected me to be so angry. But I didn’t care. I was done.
I grabbed a suitcase and packed whatever clothes Sheila hadn’t deemed inappropriate. Without a second glance, I walked out the door.
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That was three days ago. I’ve already contacted a lawyer.
Some people might think I’m overreacting, but to me, this wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy or the humiliation of having my mother-in-law throw away my belongings.
It was about Derek showing, loud and clear, that he didn’t see me as an equal partner in our marriage.
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He didn’t want a wife.
He wanted someone to cook, clean, and keep the house like in the 1950s.
Well, that’s not me.
When Derek asked for a “break,” I didn’t know what he was expecting. But I’ll tell you what he’s getting.
A divorce.
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Now, I’ve moved into Penelope’s apartment while the divorce is sorted out. I can’t wait to have half of everything Derek owns.
He needs to understand what it feels like to have everything one day and then have the rug pulled out from under your feet when you least expect it.
“What was the worst part of it all for you, sis?” Penelope asked.
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“That my husband saw me as a failure,” I replied. “Our marriage wasn’t perfect, sure. But we weren’t in such deep water, you know? And Sheila always hated me. Remember when we were getting ready for the wedding, and she came and criticized my hair and makeup?”
My sister sighed and continued making the homemade pizzas we were having for dinner.
“I always knew Derek was the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted.
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“What?” I gasped, almost knocking over a bowl of olives.
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” she said quietly. “But after you met him, you lost interest in all your hobbies. Where’s my sister who would paint anything she wanted? All she needed was a canvas and her paints.”
I was quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t realize,” I said.
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“Find her, Lisa,” Penelope said. “She deserves to come back.”
So, I did exactly that. I rented out a space for myself, making sure that there was an extra bedroom for my art studio.
Finally, I was going to shed Derek and Sheila from my life and find myself.
A home art studio | Source: Midjourney
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