As I was recovering from my C-section, my husband decided to take a vacation with his friends — and his behavior after he came back made everything painfully clear.

When my husband, Jason, finally returned from his weeklong beach vacation, he walked up our driveway looking exactly how someone looks when life feels easy. His skin was sun-kissed, his shoulders relaxed, and there was a careless smile on his face—the kind of smile that comes from sleeping through the night, drinking without worry, and having no responsibilities pressing down on you. He expected to come home to familiarity. To me waiting by the door. To a clean house, a warm meal, and our newborn daughter…
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