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

me to my prenatal appointment, which he had agreed to the night before with the martyred patience of someone granting a significant favor. One hand rested on the steering wheel. The other drummed against the door column in a rhythmless, restless beat. He had already mentioned twice that he was going to be late for work. I had already apologized once,continue reading …