My husband and I got into a huge argument the other night. He wanted to go on an extended business trip, but I was nearing my due date and wanted him to stay with me so we could be together when our baby was born.
Things escalated quickly, and he decided to sleep on the couch that night. I was devastated. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t see things from my perspective. I was scared, emotional, and needed him—but he was firm, and there was nothing I could do.
Over the next few days, the argument only grew worse. I tried to explain how I felt, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept insisting that he would lose his job if he didn’t go on the trip, yet he never explained why the company needed him so badly at that moment.
One night, I was lying in bed, unable to fall asleep. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to rest. My husband quietly entered the room and knelt beside the bed. He brushed my hair away from my face and whispered words that shattered me:
“I should never have gotten you pregnant. It has turned you into a monster.”
I felt my heart break in that instant. He had always said he wanted a child with me, that this was our dream. And now, it sounded like the biggest regret of his life.
For days afterward, I replayed his words in my head, wondering if pregnancy had truly changed me. Yes, I had moments when I was emotional or irritable. Yes, I asked him for things when cravings hit hard. But weren’t those things normal? Was I really that unbearable?
Last night, I finally confronted him. I asked if he truly meant what he said.
He didn’t deny it.
He told me that I had been unbearable for months and that he just wanted it all to end. Then he confessed something even worse: there was no business trip. It had been a lie—an excuse so he could get away from me.
Now I feel completely lost. My husband is talking about divorce, and I don’t know how things fell apart so badly, so quickly. I’m terrified of what comes next and wondering if there’s anything I can do to stop this from going too far.
