My husband walked up to my eight-month-pregnant sister during her baby shower and punched her full force in the stomach. She folded in half and crashed backward into the gift table while fifty guests screamed.
I shoved him backward, screaming, “What is wrong with you?” while my mom called 911, sobbing about assault on a pregnant woman. My dad and brothers pinned my husband against the wall, and I was hitting his chest, calling him a psychopath while my sister lay on the floor, holding her belly and crying that something was wrong.
