I started taking fertility medications that made me sick, with mood swings that Jason had no patience for. When I’d cry from the hormones, he’d snap at me about being “too emotional” and how stress was probably why I couldn’t get pregnant. He started working late more often, leaving me home alone with pregnancy forums and fertility apps. The worst part was watching him around other people’s children. He’d light up with his nieces and nephews, posting pictures on social media with captions like, “Can’t wait for my own little ones!” His mother started making comments about how she was “still waiting for grandchildren,” while looking directly at me during family dinners.