Playing Dead Until It's Real

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I lay in the bathtub, playing dead, blood streaming from my seven orifices.

That's what greeted my husband, Jake, when he came in, expecting a romantic evening with his new girlfriend, Sarah.

He kicked me in the stomach in a fit of rage. My three-month-old baby, gone.

"You killed our daughter, and I hate you," he screamed. "Don't think this charade will get my sympathy, because I don't care if you live or die!"

I'd played dead countless times in the past year.

He didn't know I had bone ca