Eight Months Pregnant, I Asked My Husband to Stop the Car — He Left Me on the Road

around my forearm, the other briefly gripping my shoulder. I managed to grab the doorframe with my free hand and get both feet onto the ground, but the movement was rough and sudden and nothing about it was careful.

“Eric, stop it!” I said. “I’m in pain, I’m telling you something is wrong!”

He was loud enough that two people walking a dog on the sidewalk continue reading …