I was in my last trimester precisely the end of my eighth month and I was constantly tired or hungry. Jake had been exceptionally well behaved, caring no, over caring and acting husbandly these last one and a half months that it was too good to be true. I was scared that the walls I had built around my little heart coupled with a tough exterior were beginning to crumble down brick by brick. He was doing all the right things that I was beginning to find excuses to upset him so that he could just leave and maybe I could now focus on my life and the baby. All the tactics I tried, to make him leave weren’t working and he just proved his point that he was not nudging an inch no matter what I did. I have been stirring up minor, trivial, and petty fights just to see how far he is willing to go or
