After I Gave Birth & My Husband Saw the Face of Our Baby, He Began Sneaking Out Every Night – So I Followed Him

“Hi,” I said when someone answered. “My name is Julia. I think my husband has been attending your support group meetings, and I’d like to know if there’s a way I can be involved.”

The receptionist was incredibly kind. “We have a partners’ support group that meets on Wednesday evenings. Would you be interested in attending?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I’ll be there.”

That Wednesday, I arranged for my sister to watch Lily and drove to the community center. My palms were sweating as I walked into a different room from the one where Ryan met with his group.

About eight women sat in a circle, and I recognized immediately that they all had the same haunted look I’d been carrying for weeks.

“I’m Julia,” I said when it was my turn to introduce myself. “My husband has been coming here because our daughter’s birth was traumatic. But I think I need help too. I’ve been feeling so alone and confused.”