My husband abandoned me while I was in labor because his mother’s birthday dinner mattered more to him than the arrival of our son. “Handle it yourself. Stop being so dramatic,” he snapped before ending the call. Three days later, he walked through our front door and turned completely pale when he saw the man holding his newborn baby. The contraction hit so hard that my knees almost gave way. My phone shook in my hand as Rowan’s voice became colder than the hospital floor beneath my feet.“ Handle it yourself, Phoebe. Stop being so dramatic.” Then the call ended.
