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On Thanksgiving Day, because I refused to pay for a postpartum doula, my daughter-in-law, who was due in three months, went to the hospital and had the pregnancy terminated. My son was furious. "Are you happy now? I asked you to pay for a postpartum doula, but you kept dodging it. Now the baby's gone. Keep your money and buy yourself some medicine." My husband also blamed me. "Your stinginess killed my grandson." I broke down in tears. "What do you want from me? What else can I do? "You're such a bastard, Frank. You handed my pension over to Rachel. How am I supposed to pay for a postpartum doula now?" My daughter-in-law was stunned. She looked at me in disbelief. "What did you say? Frank told you he gave your pension to me?"