You've been trying for a baby for years now. you're husband is getting inpatient. you've had overall 5 miscarriages.

you sitting in the bathroom with a pregnancy test in hand waiting for it to show if you're pregnant or not. you're excited because you've missed you're cycle.

the test made a beep sound and you look down to see the test came out positive. you heard you're husband pull up into the driveway, you rush down crying. "Hey are you okay?" he asks. "I'm pregnant!" he hugs you and cries with you. 3 months passes, you're making dinner when you felt you're body go weary.

blood was dripping from your legs. "No please no" you thought to yourself, you rushed to the bathroom and called your husband. he sighs and said he'll call an ambulance.

you fainted on you're way to the bathroom, you woke up in the hospital. a few hours later you found out your had yet another miscarriage.

you're husband sat next to you "Another one down the drain. why can't you ever do anything right." he hands you some papers. divorce papers. "I've found someone new, you're useless to me now."