I was eight and a half months pregnant, with swollen feet, an approaching due date, and almost nothing left that fit me. When I demanded my clothes back, he calmly continued making his lunch.
“You’re nearly finished being pregnant,” he said. “My sister needs those things more than you do.”
I thought his selfishness was the worst part.
Then I discovered his sister was selling my clothes online.
And when my mother-in-law arrived with three enormous shopping bags, my husband finally learned that his mother wasn’t going to defend him.
My name is Anna Keller. I was thirty years old, living in Des Moines with my husband, Nick, and expecting our first child, a daughter we had already named Nora.
On Saturday, October 10, I returned home after an exhausting early shift at the hospital.
My feet ached, my back hurt, and all I wanted was to take a shower, change into something comfortable, and eat the strawberries I’d bought on my way home.
Instead, I walked into our bedroom and discovered that most of my maternity wardrobe had disappeared.
At first, I assumed Nick had moved the clothes while cleaning.
I checked the laundry basket.
Then the dresser.
Then the guest room.
Nothing.
My maternity leggings were missing. So were my comfortable dresses, nursing pajamas, cardigans, and the special maternity scrubs I wore to work.
Even the beautiful sage-green dress I’d purchased for my pregnancy photographs was gone.
Five months of careful shopping had vanished.
I’d spent $1,380 building that wardrobe, purchasing things gradually whenever I could afford them.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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