Love Hurts

<p><strong> </strong> You stupid bitch... you thought getting pregnant would excuse you from doing your chores and taking care of yourself you idiot Alan shouted at me because I didn't want to attend his work party tonight. It seems like nothing is ever good enough for him even though the house is spotless. I never expected him to use my pregnancy against me. I'm three months along and he had been so supportive since finding out he was going to be a father. He showers me with affection and takes care of me when I'm sick or have cravings in the middle of the night. He's become the loving Alan I fell in love with in high school.</p><p> But now the Alan I've known for the past five years is back. He's under a lot of pressure due to a big promotion so I understand why he's acting this way. I'm just exhausted and don't understand why I have to attend this office party. He never wanted me at these events before so why now?</p><p> Alan I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd want me to potentially embarrass you on such an important day.</p><p> Do you really think I'm that stupid Camilla? I know you don't want to go because you want to bring your damn boyfriend over tonight while I'm trying to build a better life for us and our baby Alan accuses me.</p><p> Alan I don't have a boyfriend. I never have and never will. You're the only one for me. I try to calm him down because when he gets like this I usually end up bedridden for days from his abuse and I don't want to risk anything happening to the baby. I may have reservations about bringing a child into this life but I want nothing but safety for our baby.</p><p> The look in Alan's eyes is terrifying.</p><p> Run Camilla! My instincts are screaming at me.</p><p> But I couldn't move my legs fast enough before Alan grabbed a handful of my hair forcefully pulling me towards him.</p><p> Where do you think you're going bitch? Did you really believe you could talk to me like that and get away with it? he spits out.</p><p> No Alan I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking. I know you're stressed out. Let me get dressed and we'll go. I apologize for being grumpy. It must be the pregnancy hormones I plead hoping he'll let me go.</p>