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.

tonight? Just the two of us.”

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was a step back toward what we had lost somewhere in the whirlwind of life and parenthood—a moment where we could just be with each other.

After getting the baby settled and spending a few minutes with my mom, who had come over to help, Tyler and I went out to a small restaurant nearby.continue reading …