My first Mother’s Day was nothing like I had imagined. Instead of breakfast in bed or a heartfelt gesture, my husband decided to go out with friends, leaving me to care for our newborn alone. I spent the day trying to soothe our crying baby, feeling abandoned and unappreciated. When he finally staggered back home at 2 AM, completely drunk, he didn’t even apologize. The next morning, instead of confronting him, I decided to let my actions speak for themselves. I took our baby and went to my parents' house, leaving him to stew in his own guilt. But I wasn’t done yet. I had something planned that would truly make him regret his actions….
The sun barely peeked through the curtains as I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb the baby. Anger surged within me, but it was mixed with determination. How could he leave us like that? I knew I had to do something. It was time for a change, and it started with packing up and moving out—at least for a while. My resolve was set. Today, I was putting myself and our baby first.