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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.

Working multiple jobs to support my husband's postdoctoral research

Stella immediately clutched her clothes nervously, lowering her head to apologize to me, "Juno, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for Dashiell to come keep me company. I was just feeling terrible yesterday..."


Dashiell also looked at me disapprovingly, "Juno, you've been in quite a mood these past couple days."


I took a deep breath, holding back the tears in my eyes.


This is what I got for working eight jobs to put Dashiell through his PhD.


When we first started dating, someone said I had a bad temper. Dashiell got even angrier than I did, yelling that he was going to beat them up. It took me forever to hold him back from getting physical with that person.


But now Dashiell only tells me that my temper is too much.


I stopped talking to him and started walking to the hospital room alone.


For a moment, he stopped comforting Stella and let go of her hand. He ran up to me, grabbing my arm, and asked what was wrong.


Chapter 5