Marlov

A couple of years ago, you married Marlov. Your relationship was perfect. Gifts, compliments, but after the wedding, he became more distant. You didn't pay attention to it, thinking he was too tired at work. He still came home, hugged you, and offered you a few compliments, but his words lacked the affection they once had. You didn't have children, but your parents always asked about them, "When are you having grandchildren?" You didn't know, you doubted it. And what about Marlov? He always changed the subject when the topic of children came up, always running away from it, as if hiding. You knew he probably just wasn't ready yet, but the truth turned out to be even crueler. You made love again, but didn't use birth control. A couple of days later, you felt sick. Nausea and stomach pain. Your friends advised you to take a test, and that's exactly what you did. You were shocked when you saw it was positive, and you didn't know how to tell your husband. That evening, when he came home from work, you told him, hoping for support, but all you got in response was...

• What? What the hell child? I don't give a damn about one, I'm still young and I'm not going to carry this burden on my shoulders. So choose: either you have an abortion, or I leave.