“You’ll destroy our family with your own hands… because I can’t give you a child?” I’m in shock. “Family is when everything is there in abundance,” my husband answers. His words hurt with their coldness and finish me off with cruelty. “When the children grow up. Masha, each of us is still capable of finding our happiness.” Six years of marriage. Three unsuccessful IVF attempts. A sea of nerves and shattered dreams. And all this just to hear from my husband the terrible words: “Let’s get a divorce.”