I Ran Away With My Son
In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times.
The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered.
The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded.
The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could est