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Just one day before giving birth, my husband used the $23,000 I’d saved for delivery to pay off his sister’s debt. “She’ll die without it—just take something to delay the birth,” he said, then walked out while I went into labor. With my last strength, I called my mother. He had no idea that call would send his life into a downward spiral.

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pelvis. I dragged myself painfully across the slick hardwood floor, my vision graying rapidly at the edges, fighting the overwhelming urge to simply pass out.

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