When my husband returned from his weeklong vacation, he expected to walk through our front door like nothing had happened. Instead, he found someone blocking his way with a bright yellow suitcase and a face full of fury. The look of terror that crossed his face was worth every tear I had cried.
Looking back now, I should have seen the warning signs about Jason’s character long before we got married.
He had always been the type of guy who put his friends first and made excuses when things got tough.
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During our dating years, I brushed it off as him being young and carefree. I told myself that marriage would change him, that responsibility would make him grow up.
When we got engaged, Jason seemed different for a while. He talked about our future with excitement and made all the right promises about being a good husband.
“We’re going to be such a great team, Claudia,” he would say, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. “I can’t wait to build a life with you.”
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I believed him completely. I wanted to believe him.
When I got pregnant eight months after our wedding, Jason was over the moon. He spent weekends painting the nursery a soft yellow color and assembling the crib with such care that I thought maybe this was it. Maybe becoming a father would finally make him the responsible man I had been hoping for all along.
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“This baby is going to have the best daddy in the world,” he would whisper to my growing belly at night. He read parenting books and talked about all the things he wanted to teach our child. I felt so hopeful during those months, watching him prepare for fatherhood with such enthusiasm.
But then reality hit us.
My pregnancy took a difficult turn at 37 weeks. What was supposed to be a natural birth became an emergency C-section when complications arose.
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The doctors worked quickly, and thankfully, our beautiful daughter, Emma, was born healthy. But the surgery left me weak, sore, and completely dependent on others for the most basic tasks.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Jason had assured me as I lay in the hospital bed, still groggy from the anesthesia. “I’m going to take such good care of you and Emma when we get home. You just focus on healing, okay?”
Those first few days at home were a blur of sleepless nights, painful incision care, and learning how to breastfeed.
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Jason helped some, but I could tell he was overwhelmed and uncomfortable.
He would change diapers when I asked, but he never took the initiative. He would hold Emma when she was calm, but the moment she started crying, he would hand her back to me.
“I think she wants her mommy” became his favorite phrase whenever things got challenging.
By the fourth week, I was exhausted beyond belief. My incision was still healing, and I could barely walk from the bedroom to the kitchen without wincing.
That’s when Jason said the most unexpected thing ever.
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“So, Tom got that promotion he’s been working toward,” Jason said casually one morning, not even looking up from his phone. “The guys want to celebrate with a weeklong trip to the beach. It sounds amazing.”
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. When none came, I felt my heart skip a beat.
“That’s nice for Tom,” I said carefully. “When are they planning to go?”
“Next week. It’s perfect timing because Tom can finally afford to splurge on a nice resort. It’s going to be fun!”
“Jason,” I said slowly, “you’re not seriously thinking about going, are you?”
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He finally looked up, and I could see the defensive expression already forming on his face. “Why wouldn’t I go? It’s just a week. Tom’s my best friend, and this is a big deal for him.”
I felt like I was in some kind of nightmare. “Because your wife just had major surgery four weeks ago? Because I can barely walk to the mailbox without pain? Because we have a newborn who needs both of her parents?”
Jason set down his phone and sighed like I was being unreasonable.
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“Babe, you’re doing great with Emma. And my mom said she could help out if you need anything. It’s only seven days.”
“Your mom lives an hour away, Jason. And I shouldn’t need help because my husband should be here.” My voice was getting higher, but I couldn’t stop myself. “I can’t even lift anything heavier than the baby. I can’t drive yet. How is this even a question?”
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“Look, I’ve been stressed too, okay?” Jason stood up and started pacing. “This whole new parent thing is overwhelming for both of us. Maybe a little break would be good for everyone.”
A break? He wanted a break from his four-week-old daughter and his wife, who could barely take care of herself?
“Fine,” I said. “Go. Have your vacation.”
Jason’s face lit up like he’d won the lottery. “Really? You’re okay with it?”
