I came frighteningly close to losing my life while giving birth to my daughter, and for a long time, I believed that would be the most terrifying experience of my life. I was wrong. What followed in the weeks after her birth shook me just as deeply, though in a far quieter and more confusing way.
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Like many women, I assumed that once the hardest part was over, my husband would be my anchor. I expected closeness, reassurance, and shared relief that we had made it through something so intense together.
Instead, I watched the man I loved slowly drift away, night after night, until I barely recognized him.
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