When Aria is in labor with her and Dave’s firstborn baby, she’s horrified to see him leave the hospital just because his mother called. Things get worse when Aria discovers that the reason was because Dave needed to help with his mother’s groceries. What is Aria going to do next?
I never imagined I’d be writing this, but here I am, needing to vent and share the valuable lesson my husband learned the hard way.
I’m 32 and stepping into motherhood. My husband, Dave, is 34 and has always had a bit of a complicated relationship with his mother.
A close-up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
A close-up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
Marlene is the type of mother who called for every little thing, expecting him to drop everything and come as soon as she needed.
“Hey, Aria,” Dave would say. “Mom needs me, I’ll be right back.”
And he would dash out of the house, ready to save the day.
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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
I used to find it endearing until the day I went into labor. I was at 38 weeks, and I knew that the time was coming.
One evening, I felt the contractions start. Everything was going smoothly until I was about six hours into the agonizing labor.
“Just breathe, darling,” Dave said, squeezing my hand. “Before you know it, our little girl will be here!”
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A smiling pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney
But then, Dave’s phone rang, and he quickly stepped out into the hall to take the call. When he came back, he seemed a bit agitated.
Then, just a few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a text message. He read it and looked concerned, his eyes darting all over the room as he was lost in his thoughts.
“What’s going on?” I asked, already feeling anxious and vulnerable.
A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney
A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney
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