I Was Hospitalized at Risk of Preterm Labor, but My Husband Took His Sister in Law Out for Apple Pie

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I Was Hospitalized at Risk of Preterm Labor, but My Husband Took His Sister-in-Law Out for Apple Pie The day the doctor told me I might go into labor early, my husband had already picked up my hospital bag. But he never came to the hospital. Instead, he took the bag with him while he drove his mother and his recently widowed sister-in-law to get apple pie. "She has doctors taking care of her," my mother-in-law said over the phone. "Brielle only has us right now." I begged my husband, "Our baby could be born today." His answer was simple. "Call me if you actually go into labor." The next day, I checked myself out of the hospital and came home to an empty house. My husband had taken them out again because they hadn't managed to get that apple pie the day before. That evening, he sent me a photo of the empty dinner table. "They haven't eaten yet. Where are you?" I looked down at the suitcase by my feet and didn't reply. A few minutes later, my husband finally called. When he called, the first thing he asked was: "Where's your luggage?" "I moved out."