“Why does it suddenly feel like you care more about keeping her safe than keeping me safe? She’s the one you’re bending over backwards for right now, not me, and I’m the one carrying your babies!”
I can hear myself getting more emotional, but I can’t stop. It’s like my mouth is plugged into my heart and everything is spilling out without a filter.
“I’m the one sitting here pregnant, hormonal, scared out of my mind about what happens next, and instead of reassuring me, you’re making decisions that make me feel like I’m second place to her,”
My voice cracks on the last word and that’s it, the tears spill over before I can blink them back. My hands fly up to my face, partly because I don’t want him to see me like this and partly because if I don’t cover my mouth, I might say something eve
