You're late. Again," I said as I glared at my husband, Art.
"I'm sorry. Traffic was a nightmare."
Not the traffic excuse again, I fumed as I filled Art's plate and slapped it onto the table. We'd been married only two months, but the honeymoon phase was definitely over—in fact, it had never existed.
I forced myself to eat despite the tension crackling between us. As Art took a bite, I was sure I saw an odd expression cross his face.
"What's wrong?" I demanded.
He frowned. "Nothing!"
"You made a funny face. You don't like it, do you? You hate my cooking!" And you hate me, I mentally added.
Art slammed down his fork. "What is wrong with you? You're behaving like a nutcase! You overreact to everything, and it's driving me crazy!"
His words cut me to the bone. "If you were a better husband and loved me more, I wouldn't be so emotional!" I lashed out in retaliation.
We both stormed from the table, leaving the food to grow as cold as the feelings between us.
I don't love him anymore, I thought later as I lay stiffly beside him in bed. I don't even like him. What's happened to us?
But I knew.
A terrible choice
Growing up in a broken home, I'd been rejected by my biological father, who constantly told me he'd never wanted children. I just longed to be loved and accepted.
So when I met Art at a Bible study, I was drawn to his good looks, quiet confidence, and commitment to God. I felt as if he could provide what my father hadn't. As we began to date, I was starved for the love I felt Art offered, and dove completely into the relationship. But still, we had the best intentions for our relationship, vowing we wouldn't kiss, or even hold hands.
Then one night, after we'd been dating about four months, we slept together. It happened only once, but that was enough. I became pregnant.
When I found out, I was terrified. What would my family and church friends think? What would Art think? I was so afraid everyone would reject me, as I'd been rejected in the past.
I knew I couldn't keep from telling Art—eventually he'd figure it out. So one night soon after my discovery, I broke the news to him.
"I'm pregnant," I blurted, in tears.