Ryan and I struggled for years with expensive fertility treatments to conceive our precious baby girl. The hormones completely changed my body shape long before my pregnancy even finished the job. Ryan was incredibly supportive during the nine months I was pregnant, but he quickly turned cruel and critical once Kelly safely arrived. He demanded that I fix my figure fast and eventually installed a heavy industrial code lock on our refrigerator. For days I was forced to stand in my own kitchen and suffer the deep humiliation of asking for permission to eat simple food while he mocked my choices and monitored my intake.
My tough mother in law Michelle arrived unexpectedly and immediately noticed the ridiculous digital code lock hanging from our refrigerator. When Ryan went upstairs to sleep, she handed me a massive slice of meat pie and asked where he kept the keys to his prized new sports car. Thirty minutes later Ryan walked downstairs and Michelle told him to step outside to see a surprise waiting for him in the driveway. She had installed a massive bright yellow steering wheel lock and large neon magnets on his car doors that proudly read BABY DRIVER for all the neighborhood children to see.
