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.
all night long in those shallow, restless intervals that never quite become real rest.
Then one night I woke and heard the soft creak of the refrigerator door opening in the kitchen. I thought Tyler was just getting water or preparing a bottle for the baby, so I closed my eyes again and drifted back to sleep.
