During my pregnancy, my husband changed. He mocked my looks, ignored my pain, and made me feel worthless. Then, he left me for someone else, thinking he had won.
But what he didn’t know was that I had a plan of my own. And when the time came, he never saw it coming.
Pregnancy. One of the most beautiful moments in a woman’s life.
That is, of course, if she has a loving husband who supports her every step of the way.
As for me, I had not only constant morning sickness throughout all the months of my pregnancy but also Arnie, who never got tired of reminding me how bad I had started to look.
Before my pregnancy, we had a good relationship. Arnie practically carried me in his arms.
He made me feel like the most cherished woman in the world, always finding little ways to show his love.
When we decided to have a baby, he was just as happy as I was, grinning ear to ear as he held the positive test in his hands.
But the moment I got pregnant and my body started changing, it was as if he had been replaced by someone else.
At first, it was just small remarks. “You could at least dress better for your husband instead of walking around in pajamas all day,” he muttered once.
Never mind that I had spent the entire day by the toilet, vomiting at the slightest smell.
Then he started complaining. “You just lie around all day,” he grumbled one evening, kicking off his shoes.
“This house is a mess.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Arnie, my back is killing me, and I feel nauseous all the time. I can barely stand without feeling dizzy.”
Then Arnie started coming home late, always glued to his phone, texting someone.
It made me uneasy, but every time I asked, he brushed it off. “Just work,” he’d say.
One night, I was eight months pregnant. My belly was massive, my feet were swollen, and even breathing felt like a struggle.
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