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After Childbirth, My Husband Became a Stranger Each Night. When I Followed Him, I Finally Understood Why

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When he held her, his eyes drifted elsewhere. When I suggested taking photos together, he always found a reason to step away. He seemed present in action, but absent in emotion.

Then came the nights.

I would wake up in the early hours and reach for him, only to find the bed empty. Soon after, I’d hear the quiet click of the front door.

Ezoic

At first, I told myself he needed air. Or time alone. New parent stress affects people differently, I reasoned.

But by the fifth night in a row, my unease hardened into fear.

Choosing to Stop Guessing

One morning, over breakfast, I asked him where he had gone.

Ezoic

“Couldn’t sleep,” he said, staring into his coffee. “Went for a drive.”

Something in his tone told me that wasn’t the whole truth.

That night, I made a decision. I pretended to fall asleep early and lay perfectly still, listening to his breathing until it deepened. Just after midnight, I felt him slip out of bed.

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