I carried that child for him, vomiting until I was half-dead during pregnancy, nearly dying in childbirth, shedding handfuls of hair afterward from hormone crashes, and losing sleep night after night.
Breastfeeding also felt like my body was being torn apart, like my chest was in a shark’s jaws. The pain it brought made me break out in cold sweats.
And in the end, I was nothing but a tool, a fool who got played over and over again.
Barbara picked out a piece of lingerie, smirking triumphantly. “You know the saying, wives are like clothes, but friends are like your own limbs. Clothes can be replaced anytime, but you can’t cut off your hands and feet. I also didn’t want a stranger raising our baby, so Phyll refused to hire a nanny for Sabrina and just made her do everything herself. Now that’s a true friend.”
She twirled with a laugh, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Look at me now. I’ve got a man supporting me, I get to be a mother without the pain, don’t even have to raise the child myself, and in the future, our baby will look after me. All I have to do is stay beautiful and carefree. Honestly, life doesn’t get any better than this.”