Friday, October 29, 2010

Pregnancy With a Moron Part 2

If you just started reading, you can check out the first part of this story here.

I knew the moment I was pregnant. I knew I was going to be the mother of a little girl. And it was a dream come true. For nine months this little entity grew inside of me. For nine months, I silently grew stronger, and my life began to change just as my body began to change. As my body grew rounder, my inner self began to change as well. I was growing stronger...

I went on daily walks, this time there were two of us. I would talk, and sing to her. And I would promise her that I would do my best to protect her.

If any of you have been pregnant, then you know how sensitive your nose can become – and how volatile the reaction to smells you can have!!! Normally I love fish – but holy cow, the smallest scent of fish could send my gag reflex into immediate reaction!

Now the Moron was NOT a fish lover, but what do you know, after learning about my immediate and often intense reaction he became a fish lover. Gotta love the Morons – they bring cruelty to new levels!!

I still can perfectly recall the very first time I heart her little heartbeat. It was the single most amazing little sound I had ever heard. In my last couple of months of pregnancy, my blood pressure shot up and the swelling increased in my hands, feet and ankles dramatically. And when I heard that sweet little heartbeat (they listen to it every check-up) it was so fast. Her heart, as well as mine were racing, and the doctor didn’t necessarily put me on bed rest – but gave me a note to take sick leave from work and to lie down with my feet up for at the very least 4-6 hours a day.

One day when I was home, the Moron decided he wanted Swedish meatballs for dinner, and put them in the slow cooker. Now holy meatballs batman – this stunk up the whole house, and I was having difficulty not vomiting every minute. SO I aired out the house and moved the slow-cooker to the porch outside.

Well, you’d think that I had shrunk his favourite clothes or something because the grief I received from that was absolutely crazy!!! He said I was attracting bears, and it wasn’t meant to be used outside (on a covered porch, I might add). And well, needless to say I spent the night in my SUV again, content, though cold, and him thinking he had won.

When I came back the next day the Moron was in a strangely happy mood. This of course always made me extremely leery. He wanted to go on a date that weekend, as he had “missed me” and we hardly spent time together. He was going to plan the romantic getaway, and everything… boy was I in for a treat…


to be continued...

14 comments:

Alaina @ Viewfromdownhere said...

You slept in your car? That's just wrong...what an ass....

And slowcookers are just fine out on the porch, thank you :-)

Suzie Q said...

Yep - he is an a$$!!!! I poor pity the girl he is with now....

Alberta Greekgirl said...

Please tell me you left this moron.....

Kelly said...

What is it about pregnancy that brings out the ass in men???

Mandy said...

Hi Suzie Q - visiting for the first time - you're a good story-teller and I'm looking forward to reading more. Glad to know you're not still with him.

Suzie Q said...

Yes, I finally did. Took me awhile, but I finally was able to break away from the abuse and control...

Suzie Q said...

I am not sure, but mine took assdom to new heights!!!

Suzie Q said...

You and me both!!!! Thanx for stopping by, the story is just getting good...

Chaplain Donna said...

Suzie,
I am very happy you are telling your story. It breaks my heart to hear your story. I feel better knowing you made it out and stronger when I think of your courage.
Thank you!

Billie said...

Wow... what he did to you was SO much like what my Moron did to me! Attract bears.... WOW. He was just ticked that you thought for yourself and acted upon it, thereby ruining his plan to make you sick. I think those subtle, "ambient abuse" things are worse than physical abuse in many ways...

I'm glad you are away from that!

Cheryl said...

Sounds as if the bear was already in the house to me. One day when I have time I'm going back through all the posts I'm missed to fill in the gaps. It's going to make a great book one day. Hope you're still receiving my post feeds - I changed the url address to kangaroosofthescrubbybush.blogspot.com. I hope telling your story is creating healing for you. Best wishes.

Suzie Q said...

Thank you Cheryl. ANd thanx for letting me know your blog address changed :) Yes, it has become quite healing - and quite difficult at times. But I think that is a good thing. Because it was a difficult time, and if it was easy, then it wouldn;t be the truth...

Suzie Q said...

I think if any point I make in all of my storytelling is that abuse is abuse. No matter where on the spectrum or scale it is - abuse hurts and devastates. With words or fists - it is intolerable. And we will not be silenced any more!

Suzie Q said...

As always, I am grateful to all that have supported me and continued to do so.

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