It was 2 o'clock in the morning and I had been in the hospital for 7 hours so far. My labor had been pretty easy. I was getting ready to push. Within the hour, I would have my beautiful daughter Brenna to hold. Before I started pushing, I grabbed one of my pillows, chucked it across the room and screamed, "Someone get that piece of s--- out of my room!"
My daughter's father had been asleep on the couch in my hospital room for hours. He couldn't be bothered to wake up and hold me through my epidural. He didn't bat an eye when my mother tried to inform him that my water had broke. I was so furious with him that I just wanted him gone. In the end, my mother and sister were with me through the delivery.
After our daughter was born, her father was the one who contacted everyone to tell them the good news. He gushed to his family about our beautiful daughter. He smoked cigars with all the friends who came to visit us in theRead More »from Splitsville: Why I Never Took My Daughterâ€™s Father To Court