After 19 long, painful hours of labor, I thought I would have my husband’s full support. Instead, I got a $9,000 hospital bill and a cold, heartless message from him: “Your bill, your problem.” I was shocked. Hurt. But inside, I started quietly planning how to make him rethink everything he believed about marriage, money, and being a dad. When I became a mom to my beautiful baby girl, Lila, I never imagined I’d be thinking about divorce so soon after her birth. Lila was born on a stormy Wednesday

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