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Six months after I had our second baby, my husband started acting like a stranger—avoiding my touch, sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night, and disappearing into our old van until sunrise. I thought I knew what that meant… until I finally unlocked the van and realized I was wrong.
I’m 32F, American, married to Jake, 34M. We’ve got two kids: Maddie, our feral two-year-old, and Theo, our six-month-old.
That’s when my husband started acting wrong.
Not “we’re tired and snappy” wrong.
Off.
At first, it was tiny things.
Jake stopped changing in front of me.
He’d grab his clothes and head into the bathroom, shut the door, and get dressed in there like we were roommates.
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