My Husband Started Sneaking Out to His Van Every Night – When I Found Out the Truth, I Couldn’t Stop Crying

He started taking long showers late at night. I’d already be in bed, half-asleep, listening to the water go for 30–40 minutes.

If I walked past and touched his back or hugged him from behind, he’d flinch.

Not a huge jump, but enough.

Then he’d force a smile.”Sorry, babe. You startled me.

I’m just tired.”

In bed, I’d move closer, put my head on his chest.

His whole body would go tight.

After a minute, he’d ease away.

“Gotta sleep while I can,” he’d say. “Work is insane.”

Meanwhile I was leaking milk, living in leggings, and operating on three hours of sleep and cold coffee. My stomach was soft, my C-section scar hurt, my hair lived in a greasy bun.

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