My Husband Hid Behind a “Do Not Disturb” Sign Instead of Being a Father—So I Made My Own Exit
During maternity leave, I was running on fumes—breastfeeding a newborn, chasing after a five-year-old, keeping the house semi-livable, and surviving on stolen naps. Meanwhile, my husband Rick spent hours with noise-canceling headphones on, glued to YouTube, a bold red “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging on his office door like it was a sacred law. One…