As for me, I had not only constant morning sickness throughout all the months of my pregnancy but also Arnie, started to look. never got tired of reminding me how bad I had
Before my pregnancy, his arms. had a good relationship. Arnie practically carried me in
He made ways fool like how his lov most cherished woman world, always finding little
When ash decided to have a baby, he was just as happy as I was, grinning ear to e positive test in his hands.
But the moment I got pregnant and my body started changing, it was as if he had replaced by meone 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
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 hou mess.”
I swallowed the lump throat. “Arnie, my back is killing me, and I feel nauseous all the time. I can barely stand without feeling dizzy.”
ming always glued to his phone, texting someone.
but ime I asked, he brushed it off. “Just work,” he’d say.
One night, eight months pregnant. My belly was massive, my feet were swollen, and even breathing felt like a struggle. Arr reeking of women’s perfume. came home late again,
“Where have you been?” I asked. My voice came out weaker than I wanted.
Arnie didn’t even look jacket. tossed his keys on the table and shrugged off his
“None of your business,” he muttered and walked straight the kitchen.
“JESSICA!” ce thundered through the apartment.
I flinched. My heart pounded. It took everything in me to push myself up from couch.
My back ached. My legs felt stiff. I grabbed myself toward the kitchen. tar erced
“What I asked, breathing heavily.
Arnie stood by the fridge, glaring “Where’s dinner?”
My stomach twisted. I swallowed hard. “I feel sick again. I tried, but every time I smell food, straight to the bathroom.”
Arnie rolled his eyes. He turned to the sink and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Could you at least have washed the dishes?”
His voice clean plates. “I come home exhausted, and this place is disgusting! No food. No you even do all day?”
Tears burned my cracked. “Arnie, I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I feel terrible.” My voice
He scoffed. “The only thing you do is sit around in your sweatpants.”
I placed a hand on my belly. “I’m carrying our daughter. My body is working hard-”
“Don’t start!” He cut me off. “My sister was pregnant. She did everything. She cooked. She cleaned. She still looked good. And she never ignored her husband in bed”
I gasped. My chest ached as if he had punched me. “Pregnancy isn’t the same for everyone. I never thought it would be this hard either, but I’m doing this for her. For
Arnie scoffed. “Stop making excuses. You’re just lazy!”
He stormed counter A second later, the sspilling down my face. tdoor slammed. I stood there, gripping the
I sat shoulders shook, and covered my face with my hands. My body trembled, my d my chest ached every breath.
How had it come to this? How could the man who once promised to love and cherish nothing?
That night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts spun in circles, tormenting me with endless questions.
Where had Arnie gone? Was he with someone else? Hours passed, silence the house growing heavier, until just before dawn, a message appeared on my screen.
New Message.
He’s He needed space.
It was from his mother. A wave of relief washed over me, but it didn’t gone to another woman, not tonight. He hadn’t
When Arnie returned, things only got worse. His gaze was filled with resentment, words sharp and cold.
constantly criticized me, making me feel like a failure.
“This place is always filthy.” “You just lie around all day.” “You don’t even try to take care of yourself.”
His voice was filled disgust, and each comment cut me deeper.
One day, I told my best friend everything. She listened, expression growing darker with each word. “Jessica, you need to leave him,” she said.
I shook my head, my throat tightening. “I can’t. I’m pregnant. I have no money, no job, nowhere to go.”
“You have people who care about you. You’re this.” alone,” she insisted. “You don’t
I wanted to believe her, but held I didn’t walk away. No matter how hurt
Then, evening, everything changed. Arnie was in the shower. His phone, which he never left unattended, lit up with a notification. My hands trembled as I picked in unlocked
A dating app. Dozens of messages. Women he had been flirting with, meeting, sleeping with while thome, carrying his child.
