My Husband Left Me Alone in My Car While I Was in Labor – I Begged Him to Come Back, and When He Finally Called Hours Later, I Let the Phone Ring Until It Stopped

I’d interrupted something trivial.

“Andy,” I said quietly, already breathing differently, “I think I’m in labor.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “Already?”

“Yes,” I snapped, another contraction cresting. “I’m serious. I need you to come back.”

“Rachel,” he said, using that tone he reserved for what he thought were exaggerations, “you’re probably just continue reading …