I was carrying a full laundry basket down the stairs and missed a step. I fell down a full flight of stairs. I was bruised and shaken but miraculously not seriously hurt. My husband was watching a rerun of Star Trek on television just around the corner, feet away from where I fell. I said I couldn't believe that he did not hear me fall. He said that he did hear me fall but thought that if I were hurt, I would call for help. I stayed with him for two more years (and plotted my exit) until our children started school. When I filed for divorce, it was well thought out and from a position of strength. I have never wondered if it was the right thing to do.
I was put on complete bed rest for the last four months of pregnancy with our third child due to pre-term labor complications. We already had a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old, so this was tough. I had to take a leave from work, and my children's father/my husband of 10 years still needed to work. I moved in with my mother so she could help with my other children. I needed a nurse to come daily for medication injections and fetal well checks. I could only get up to shower once every other day for 10 minutes. At first, my husband would come and hang out with the kids and me every night after he got off work. That quickly changed.
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