The first six weeks of motherhood were a dizzying, exhausting blur of survival. I lived in a perpetual loop of feeding, burping, rocking, and washing endless stacks of bottles, all while trying to manage a level of sleep deprivation that felt like a physical weight on my chest. Our daughter, Maisie, was a beautiful newborn, but her arrival seemed to trigger a transformation in my husband, Gerald, that I never could have anticipated. He worked from home, a situation we once thought would be a blessing, but in reality, it became a source of constant friction. Gerald retreated behind his...
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