Mum urged him to take me to a doctor and then added, ''it is time for you both to have a baby. She'll feel better.''
He promised to make sure I was ok, that he was sorry for not realising the extend of my illness.
On the way home, he didn't say anything, but I knew, by his way of driving, that he was annoyed.
As soon as the door closed, he threw me against the wall, yelled that I showed him up in front of everyone. I was a stupid bitch, crying to get sympathy. I had disrespected him.