The Three Dollars Outside the Delivery Room Couldn't Settle My Life-or-Death Account

The day the pregnancy was confirmed, my husband Evan sat there hammering away on his calculator. How to claim the birth subsidy. How to get free checkups. Even the hospital where I registered my records was the one where his childhood sweetheart worked. "Charlotte can save us a few registration fees." Every discount, every freebie he could squeeze out, he didn't let a single one slip past. I threw up until I was bringing up bile, and when I wanted to buy a single box of vitamins, he wiped my shopping cart clean.