“Can’t you see how this makes me look? Everyone thinks I’m not taking care of you!”

I was stunned. He wasn’t thinking about my health or our baby—just his reputation. I was too drained to argue, so I went straight to bed. That, apparently, offended him even more.

The next morning, he completely ignored both me and little Tilly. He sulked around the house, consumed by his own self-pity. When I finally tried to talk to him, I said softly,

“I’m not the enemy here, Jake. I needed to rest, that’s all.”

But he scoffed and shot back,

“You don’t get it, do you? You go off to sleep while I’m left dealing with the embarrassment!”