I drove home quickly, slid back into bed before he returned, and listened to Lily’s soft breathing. The next morning, while he was at work and she napped, I called the center. “My husband’s been attending your group,” I said. “Is there something for partners?” There was—a Wednesday night circle.
I went. Eight women sat in folding chairs, all wearing the same hollow, startled look I’d carried for weeks. We talked about birth trauma, how it fractures both parents differently, and how avoidance is the mind’s clumsy way of protecting what it loves. The leader said, “With support and communication, couples come out stronger.” For the first time in weeks, I felt hope stir.Continue reading…
