“No,” I said. “I have a baby. You have consequences.”
Three months later, my daughter and I lived in a bright townhouse with white curtains, warm floors, and a nursery no one could take from us.
My divorce was moving forward.
Daniel was staying in a weekly motel. His mother’s credit cards were maxed out. His sister was selling designer bags online.
Pregnancy& Maternity
His mother told relatives I destroyed the family.
