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.

of intimacy again. Not in the physical sense necessarily, but in the emotional space where we could be vulnerable and real with each other. I didn’t have to pretend that I had it all together anymore. I could admit when I was exhausted, when I was overwhelmed, and he listened. He responded with the same patience and kindness that had first won my heart.continue reading …