All I did, was what? Take his love and sacrifice for granted? That’s what he truly thinks is undoubtedly true. Why we’ve broken up thousands of times in the past, mostly over pity, childish shit. This time though he thinks it’s the final straw in our ten year relationship, 5 years of marriage, three beautiful children with one on the way. I’ve proven time and again that I refuse to ever give up on him, but he’s the puppet master at best and holding my strings up at this place and time. I feel quite defeated this go around, yet I am 8 1/2 months pregnant with our first set of twins, one boy and one girl. His son is finally getting a brother and it’ll be our third daughter. Still no names. Thing one and thing two it might be I jokingly assure myself to ease all this stress I’m straining on my back and swollen ankles already. He comes home after a long day of working, exhausted and in pain physically and quite emotionally from all his employees constantly jumping down his throat for his perfectionism. I’m there taking care of our children and making sure the house is in order, minus my sanity in check. Well, I have to double check on that one or it would be haywire everyday. What would he do without me? Million dollar question.