I’ve become so sleep-deprived that I sometimes nod off while cooking or doing laundry. But last Saturday, things went too far — and that moment changed everything.

To celebrate Tilly’s one-month birthday, we arranged a small get-together at my mom’s house. It was supposed to be a happy occasion where our closest friends and family could finally meet our little girl.

As the party went on, Jake was everywhere, chatting with everyone, basking in the attention. At one point, I overheard him boasting,

“I needed this paternity leave because I couldn’t imagine how much more exhausted I’d be working and taking care of the baby.”