Working multiple jobs to support my husband's postdoctoral research

To allow my husband to pursue his doctorate, I tore up my own college acceptance letter and took on eight jobs by myself.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband ran me over with his car, causing an immediate miscarriage.

Afterward, I learned that my husband had deliberately hit me, just to please his female assistant.

I hesitated no longer and filed for divorce.

My husband panicked.

With tears in his eyes, he grasped my hands, begging me to reconsider.

But what he didn't know was that over these years, in order to help him save for tuition, I had pushed my body to its limits and was now close to death.