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changes that made or broke you. Obviously Derek and I were failing miserably.
    The longer we went without getting pregnant, the more hostile he became. He had changed into someone I didn't know or like. He had become hateful and even though I didn't want to imagine bringing a child into that life, I also couldn't turn my back on him. We were going through a hard time and we needed to stick together.
    When I'd talked to Liz about Derek's behavior she suggested that maybe it's a result of him not getting the kind of marriage his mother told him he should have. She said the fact that every marriage is different seemed to mean nothing to him. All he could see was that I wasn't doing what he thought I should be doing, which lead to him acting like a lunatic.
    I looked at myself in the mirror. My dark hair was a mess, falling out of my ponytail after Derek's rough, one sided, sexual foray, and my blue eyes looked tired. Sighing, I splashed some water on my face and fixed my hair before pulling my clothes back on and heading downstairs to prep dinner.
    Derek was in the kitchen when I walked in. I walked over to the fridge to pull out some ingredients and then calmly turned to him with a last ditch effort to save our marriage.
    "Derek, listen. Maybe we should go see a fertility specialist. They would be able to tell us if something is wrong, and hopefully suggest some solutions."
    He crossed the room and pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head.
    "I'm sorry for the way I acted, Lou. I just get so frustrated month after month when your period comes."
    "Then let's talk to a doctor," I said into his chest.
    "Fine, set up the appointment."
    **
    "So Derek, the first thing we need to do is check your sperm count. Please see Natalie at the front desk, and she'll get you set up in one of our private rooms," Dr. Winters said, smiling. "And Lou, we'll start with an HSG test for you, which is where we inject some dye in your uterus to make sure your fallopian tubes aren't blocked. You should have all the results in a couple weeks. We can also order some blood work to check your hormone levels."
    Derek got up and went to do his thing while I got settled in one of the exam rooms. We were both hopeful that we'd get the answers we needed so we could move forward.
    **
    "Derek, I'm home," I called as I walked in the door with a bunch of grocery bags. Things had been relatively calm since we'd visited with Dr. Winters. Derek had been acting more like the man I knew, and less like the tyrant he'd become of late.
    Although, a moment later I heard him coming down the stairs like a herd of elephants, which was never a good sign.
    "Got the call with the test results from the fertility specialist today."
    "Oh yeah?" I asked, hopeful. "What did they say?"
    I starting putting groceries away as he came up next to me, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
    "They said that my stuff is fine, and all your shit is jacked up," he snarled with hatred.
    I looked at him, stunned. That wasn't what I was expecting, not that I had really known what to expect.
    I might never have children , I thought to myself as I felt a lump rise into my throat and tears threaten to fall.
    "I'll call Dr. Winter's on Monday and see if there are any next steps," I whispered, falling into shock.
    Derek sneered at me. "Don't fucking bother. I know this is exactly what you've wanted anyway. You don't even participate in sex, and you run right to the bathroom after to get rid of all my sperm so now I guess you're finally getting your way. Plus, it doesn't sound like they can fix the problem. You're all fucked up."
    I thought about calling Dr. Winter's office anyway. I wanted to hear him tell me himself what my options were.
    "What about alternatives? We could look into adoption," I suggested, still trying to remain calm although I was dying inside.
    "No fucking way, Louise. I don't want some random kid. I want my kid. If you can't have my biological