The Tissue That Cost Me My Baby
Language: en
My husband, Alec, and I had been married for three years, and he insisted on splitting every single cost down to the last kilowatt of electricity. The day I found out I was pregnant, he calmly pulled out a calculator. “Audrey, pregnancy expenses will be fifty-fifty. After the baby is born, if you choose to breastfeed, you’ll need to compensate me for my lost work hours. You’d be monopolizing a shared household resource.” I trembled with rage, tears blurring my vision. He handed me a tissue. “Don’t cry. That’s two cents a tissue. I’ll add it to your tab.” I burst out laughing, a hollow,…