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.

deep yearning for something more.

It was during one of these moments, one quiet afternoon when the baby was napping and Tyler was at work, that I found myself sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in my hands. The house was calm—almost too calm—and I could feel the weight of the days behind me pressing down on me. I needed something to change.continue reading …