Not simply someone who lives in the same house.
He has to understand that parenting is not something one spouse assigns to the other.
Our daughters belong to both of us.
Their sleepless nights belong to both of us.
Their doctor’s appointments, bottles, diapers, fears, laughter, first steps, and future belong to both of us.
And so does the responsibility of raising them.
I don’t know whether our marriage will survive.
But I know something else now.
I will.
What I Want My Daughters to Learn
For six months, I protected Brandon’s image while quietly disappearing inside my own exhaustion.
I told myself I could handle everything.
I told myself that being a good wife meant being patient.
I thought being a good mother meant never admitting that I needed help.
