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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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That realization shattered me.

When the meeting ended, I returned home before he did, my mind racing, my heart heavy but clearer than it had been in weeks.

The next morning, while Lily slept, I called the center and asked how I could be involved.

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They welcomed me.

Healing as a Team

I attended a support group for partners affected by traumatic birth experiences. For the first time, I heard my own fears reflected back at me by strangers. The confusion. The loneliness. The unspoken grief over how different things felt from what we had imagined.

I learned that trauma doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like silence. Distance. Avoidance.

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That evening, when Ryan came home, I told him I knew.

I told him I followed him.

I told him we didn’t have to carry this separately.

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