screamed, yanking the blanket off me. “Do you think being pregnant makes you a queen? Get downstairs and cook for my parents—now!”

My name is Rachel Collins, and at five months pregnant, my body was already exhausted long before that morning. It was 5 a.m. when the bedroom door slammed open so hard it rattled the walls.

“Get up, you lazy cow!” my husband Daniel

I hadn’t even fully opened my eyes before his hand grabbed my arm. Pain shot through my …