"Rub it   in?"   she repeated. "Ron, are you—is this—are you deliberately twisting all this around?" Her voice was getting louder but she couldn’t stop it. "Sure, I’m the bad guy," she said. "You built up an entire   job   for me, one you should bloody well know I would hate, then you’re hurt when I tell you I don’t want it, and you decide   now   is the moment to think about starting a family?" She pulled her hands from his. "I don’t want to be a spectacle. I don’t want to be a mother. These things are not   new,   Ron. Do you even know me at all?!"