My husband abandoned me on the roadside during childbirth to join his parents on a vacation. He laughed off my pleas, saying I could handle the hospital trip solo

My husband left me alone in the car while I was having a baby and went on a trip with his parents.

You’ll be fine going to the hospital alone, right? I swear I’ll send you straight to hell. My name is Lisa, and I’m currently nine months pregnant. It’s my first time giving birth, so while I’m filled with anxiety, I feel truly blessed about welcoming a new member into our family.

My husband, David, is a white-collar worker and has weekends off. However, he doesn’t offer much support around the house or help with shopping. This is because he usually goes back to his parents’ home on weekends.

David has a deep bond with his in-laws, and since their home is nearby, he spends almost every weekend there without any specific reason. Since becoming pregnant, I’ve been cautious about lifting heavy objects. For instance, when buying heavy items like rice, understanding friends often help out.

My daily routine starts by waking up early, preparing breakfast for David, and seeing him off to work. Afterward, I do the cleaning and laundry and then head out for any necessary shopping. Once I return home, I start prepping for dinner.

Only after finishing these tasks can I finally have some relaxation time. Since taking maternity leave, I’ve taken up a new hobby, blogging. Every day, I write a diary accompanied by photos I take, such as meals, the blue sky, flowers blooming in the garden, and more.

Many friends and acquaintances leave comments, and these moments of journaling have become small daily joys for me. One evening, as I was preparing dinner, my husband returned home as usual. He carelessly placed his bag and jacket on the sofa, and I tidied them up, hanging them on a coat hanger.

Welcome back! I made hamburgers for dinner. I’m going to take a bath, I said. Responding curtly, he headed straight for the bathroom.

Three years have passed since we got married, and there has been little kindness or consideration from him. I occasionally wonder if this is truly what a marital relationship should be like, but I’ve resigned myself to it. When David returned in his pajamas, I handed him a drink.

Where’s the beer? He asked, glancing at the bar. I hinted, sorry, I forgot to buy it today. I’ll get some tomorrow.

Seriously. Go to the convenience store now. His demeanor changed immediately, and he spoke with evident anger.

I was irritated. Why was he asking his pregnant wife to do this? If you want it so badly, why don’t you go get it yourself? It’s hard for me to move around with this big belly. At that moment, he became even angrier and started shouting.

You’re the one who forgot to buy it. It’s your job to fix that mistake. Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you get special treatment…