Richard did not want a third child. He had made it very clear that two was his limit. The nightmare that had become our marriage turned worse with the news of my third pregnancy. Money was as tight as always. I returned to the bookstore and increased my hours. While pregnant, I was pulling forty hours a week in the stock room and mothering two children besides. I wasn"t slowing down and six months in, I fell off a ladder.
My third pregnancy was different than the other two. First, Richard and I were always fighting. It was habitual now. He disowned Lynn right off. He often accused me of cheating and insisted she belonged to the neighbor. When he saw how upset I was about that accusation, he insisted it had been a joke, but repeated the same line of humor a week later.
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