I’m 8 months pregnant, sick, and exhausted. My husband insisted I host his family for dinner, calling me “selfish” when I begged to rest. His mother and sister arrived and spent the evening insulting my appearance and the food I’d ordered. I looked to my husband for help, but he just sat there, afraid to upset them. I tried to stand up, and that’s when the world went dark…
I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to will away the aching, grinding.