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.

my hand in return. “I’m really glad too.”

We spent the next few hours talking, not just about the struggles of motherhood or the difficulties of breastfeeding, but about life in general. We laughed over silly things, shared memories from family gatherings, and talked about things that had nothing to do with our current struggles. It was the kind of continue reading …