At twelve weeks, my pregnancy was classified as high-risk.
My husband, who was usually adventurous and easygoing, suddenly shut down emotionally.
He stopped coming to my ultrasound appointments, threw away the baby-name books I had bought, and buried himself in work.
He started working fourteen-hour days.
I felt completely abandoned.
I began to believe that he didn't care about the baby—or worse, that he was pulling away because he was planning to leave me.
The tension in our apartment became unbearable....
My husband and I argued about money in April. Nothing catastrophic. A recurring one. He thought we were spending too much eating out, I thought he was overstating it, we went back and forth for twenty minutes and then let it drop without really resolving anything. Standard married disagreement. We've had versions of it before. Two weeks later he put a spreadsheet on my laptop without saying anything. Just left it open. Every restaurant, every takeout order, every coffee, five months back...