“Don’t bother… Maybe we need a break from one another for a few days.” I sigh and focus on the bed to pick at imaginary fluff. Pushing him away because he’s not helping fix my mental mess, and I know I’m shoving him out with my behavior anyway. This constant anger inside me has nowhere else to go except at him. I don’t even know why I’m angry anymore, but I can do nothing about it. Maybe I’m mad at myself for being stupid enough to get pregnant.

“Don’t do that.” ...