When I Returned from the Hospital with Our Newborn, My Husband Had Changed the Locks – Twenty Hours Later, He Showed Up, Pounding and Screaming

“Just give me tonight, Van,” I said. “One night. Then we’ll figure it out.”

I didn’t sleep.

The baby woke every two hours to nurse, and each time I stared at the ceiling wondering what I’d done wrong.

What I’d missed. Why my husband had turned into a stranger overnight.

I called him three times. Voicemail every time.

Texted twice.

No response.

By five in the morning, I’d made my decision. I’d go back with Vanessa, pack my things, and figure out how to be a single mother.

I wasn’t going to beg someone to want me.

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