The Day I Miscarried, He Demanded a Paternity Test

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband found out he was sterile.

He smoked an entire pack of cigarettes on the balcony.

When he finally walked back into the bedroom, he looked at me, deadpan, and asked, "Who's the father?"

"It's yours, Sean! Of course it's yours!" I pleaded.

Sean didn't say another word.

But I saw the fury and complete distrust burning in his eyes.

After that day, he still drove me to work. He still went with me to my prenatal checkups.

But every single time we came home from the clinic, he would ask, "When are you going to schedule the abortion?"