he looked traumatized. That night, I gave him a scrapbook of all the little things I do daily. The guilt hit hard. He apologized, truly seeing me for the first time. Then came the twist—Doug called his mom to apologize for comparing me to her…
only to find out she didn’t work until delivery like he thought. She’d stopped months before. Turns out, even his version of strength was a myth. Now? He’s attentive, supportive, and says thank you a lot. I didn’t just teach him a lesson—I gave him a reality check wrapped in diapers, dinner, and a whole lot of love.
