I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.
Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."
I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.
They locked me in and left for Italy.
Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."
Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.
She's gone.
And I'm done loving them.
