And then I got pregnant. After which, I promptly found out all the ways my husband had betrayed me. I lost him. Then I lost the baby. Then I lost myself. I’ve only admitted it once out loud—to my little sister’s best friend Willa. I confessed to her that broken as my miscarriage left me, there is a shameful part of me that’s relieved I’m not tied to Rob Valentine for the rest of my life.
