A month ago, I gave birth to my daughter. Not long after, I discovered that every night my husband was secretly taking my b/rea/st milk to his mother’s house. I decided to follow him quietly one night. What I witnessed shook me deeply.

felt safe. I should have felt held. And for a while, I truly did.

That is why the strange thing Tyler began doing unsettled me so deeply.

It started sometime in the third week after the birth, when the days had begun to blend together and the nights felt endless. At first, I barely noticed it because I was sleeping in fragments, surfacing and sinking continue reading …