My husband left me home alone when I was about to have my baby, then took off on a trip with his friends like it was nothing. He even joked that I could get to the hospital by myself. When he finally came back from the trip, he found the house empty… and at 38 weeks pregnant, I stood in the doorway of our bedroom watching him pack like he was heading to a harmless guys’ weekend instead of walking out on the most fragile moment of our marriage.
I never thought I’d be sitting in an empty house at thirty-eight weeks pregnant, watching my husband pack his bags…