The Father of My Twins Mocked Me for Ordering a $5 Cobb Salad – I Stayed Quiet but Karma Acted

"Please. I haven't eaten all day."

"I'm carrying two babies," I said. "And I haven't had anything since dinner."

"You ate a banana," Briggs said, rolling his eyes. "Stop acting like a drama queen. You're pregnant. That doesn't make you special."

I looked out the window, blinking hard. My hands were shaking.

"Can we just stop somewhere?" I asked again. "I feel dizzy."

"You're pregnant. That doesn't make you special."

He sighed, like I'd asked for something extravagant. Eventually, he pulled into a roadside diner — the kind with foggy windows, laminated menus, and booths that stuck to your legs in summer.

I didn't care.

My legs ached, my stomach turned, and I just needed to sit down and stay upright.

I slid into a booth and tried to catch my breath.