Most days, I skipped meals just to keep up with our baby. My mother-in-law “cooked,” but never thought of saving food for me — not once. Last night, after hours of feeding and rocking our son to sleep, I came out of the nursery hoping for something simple: a plate of food. Instead, I got a cold shrug and a dismissive “We thought you weren’t hungry.”
That one sentence broke me. My husband didn’t even flinch — and when he expected me to wash the dishes too, I knew I had enough. I packed a bag, took my baby, and left for my mom’s. I thought I’d finally have peace. But then… the calls started.
