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Four months after giving birth, I thought my husband understood why I hardly knew myself. Then I discovered the cruel joke he’d been sharing with his brothers, along with photos I never knew he’d taken. I kept my discovery secret for five days, determined to make him regret every word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dude, you weren’t exaggerating \ud83d\ude02”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The message appeared on our shared iPad while I was putting my daughter, Emma, to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Below it was a photograph of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was standing in our kitchen that morning, wearing an old T-shirt with Emma against my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn’t known Ryan was taking pictures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Below it was a photograph of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The message came from Glen, my husband’s brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Above it was the name of their group chat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Brothers Only.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan had signed into our iPad while his phone was being repaired. I’d never checked his messages before, but seeing my photograph changed that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened the chat and found several pictures Ryan had sent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Brothers Only.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under one, he’d written:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Remember what she looked like when we got married? Guys, this is just a disaster\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glen had responded with laughing emojis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My God, Ryan\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I found another message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She looks like a baby elephant. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep living with her. I’m not attracted to her at all anymore.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found another message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scrolled further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Brothers, never get married unless the woman signs a contract promising to watch her figure for the rest of her life. \ud83d\ude33”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their younger brother, Max, had laughed along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked down at Emma, asleep against my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scrolled further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was 33. I’d gained more than 65 pounds during pregnancy, and much of that weight remained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most days, I barely had time to shower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan rarely helped with Emma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I handled her feedings, appointments, laundry, and bedtime routines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I missed my old dresses. I missed sleeping through the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan rarely helped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I’d never imagined my husband would turn my exhaustion into entertainment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took screenshots of the messages and sent them to myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Twenty minutes later, Ryan came home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What’s for dinner, Kelsey?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Chicken. It’s in the oven.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan opened the oven and checked the dish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took screenshots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is it ready?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Give it another five minutes. Emma needed feeding, so I started dinner late.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Couldn’t you have fed her earlier?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She was hungry when she was hungry, Ryan.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He closed the oven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is it ready?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re cranky tonight. What’s wrong?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m tired.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re always tired lately.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nearly asked whether mocking me with his brothers had kept him entertained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, I checked Emma’s blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Want me to hold her?” Ryan asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re always tired lately.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Actually, yes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He took Emma but handed her back when she fussed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She wants you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Give her a minute, Ryan.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He glanced toward the oven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can we just eat?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She wants you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took Emma upstairs before I said something I’d regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

On Tuesday, Ryan reminded me about Saturday’s family dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We usually hosted his brothers, Glen and Max, with their wives, Tess and Olive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are we still hosting?” he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I suppose. But cooking for six with Emma isn’t easy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are we still hosting?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan poured himself coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve always managed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Before Emma, I had more time.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then keep dinner simple.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Or you could help prepare it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve always managed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll be home on Saturday afternoon.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good. I’ll leave the shopping list on the counter.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That evening, Ryan brought home my favorite cookies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thought these might cheer you up.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered how he used to dance with me while dinner cooked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan brought home my favorite cookies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emma started fussing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can you get her?” he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Could you? I’m opening your gift.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m answering Glen.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glanced at his phone. He’d collected it from the repair shop that morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can he wait?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can you get her?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan picked up Emma. His phone rang again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan ignored it, but I wondered what his brother wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On Wednesday, I tried on a dress from before pregnancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The zipper wouldn’t close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His phone rang again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan’s words returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m not attracted to her at all anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I searched online for shapewear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe I’d look better on Saturday. Maybe Ryan would remember the woman he’d married.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emma started crying, so I put the dress aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan’s words returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You don’t seem bothered by my outfit, baby girl,” I told her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She settled against my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll feel better soon, Emma. Promise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened a photograph from her first week home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d asked Ryan to take it after finally getting her to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My face was puffy. My hair was a mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She settled against my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I was smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d loved that photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I was studying my waist instead of remembering how happy I’d been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I closed the shopping website.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I called Ryan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re handling Emma tomorrow evening. I need a break.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can’t you rest when she naps?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d loved that photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s when I do the housework.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then leave it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Will you take care of it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fine. I’ll handle Emma.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good. I’ll have everything ready.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then leave it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On Thursday evening, Ryan announced he was watching a game with Glen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re taking care of Emma tonight,” I reminded him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can’t we do this tomorrow?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No. We’ve already agreed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey, it’s one game.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can’t we do this tomorrow?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And I’ve asked for one evening.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m not refusing to help.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then why are we still discussing it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan picked up Emma, and I showed him her bedtime supplies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can manage,” he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a long shower, I found him holding our sleeping daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She wouldn’t settle,” he whispered. “I didn’t get anything done.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Neither do I most afternoons.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He glanced at the laundry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“At least you don’t have work tomorrow.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She wouldn’t settle.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Looking after Emma is work, Ryan. You just spent an hour doing it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn’t apologize. Instead, I asked him to handle Emma again on Friday while I prepared dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, he agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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By Friday, I’d nearly abandoned my plan twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, he agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess and Olive deserved the truth, but I feared what exposing it might do to our families.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn’t ready to end my marriage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t ignore Ryan’s words either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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While Ryan was out, I prepared a slideshow with the kitchen photograph, his comments, and his brothers’ responses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tested it on our television. Everything worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn’t ready to end my marriage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew I’d need space afterward, whatever Ryan said. And if he wanted to repair our marriage, he would have to prove he could be a partner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That evening, Ryan found me setting out plates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Everything ready for tomorrow?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Almost.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Need any help?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Almost.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes. You can handle Emma’s bedtime.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Okay.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I handed him her pajamas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the first time that week, I wasn’t asking whether he felt like helping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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By Saturday evening, Ryan had bought the groceries I’d listed, and dinner was ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wore a comfortable blue dress I’d bought after Emma was born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It fit properly, and I liked the color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s new.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I bought it last month.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I liked the color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Looks nice, Kels. Really.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A week earlier, that compliment would’ve meant everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I wondered whether he’d make another joke about me later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olive arrived first with Max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Looks nice, Kels. Really.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hugged me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You look lovely, Kelsey.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks. I finally found a dress that doesn’t make me wrestle with the zipper.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess and Glen arrived shortly afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dinner went smoothly until Ryan leaned back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hugged me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey’s always been great at taking care of everyone.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re lucky,” Tess said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Believe me, I know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glen chuckled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Things change when you’ve got a baby.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan glanced toward him. Max studied his plate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re lucky.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I set down my fork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes. They certainly do.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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After dessert, everyone moved into the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emma was asleep upstairs, and her monitor sat beside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan stretched his legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Should we turn on the TV and watch a movie together?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emma was asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Actually, that’s perfect,” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I picked up the remote and turned on the TV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My photograph filled the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan sat upright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey? What’s that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pressed the next button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My photograph filled the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His message appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Remember what she looked like when we got married? Guys, this is just a disaster\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I displayed the next screenshot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She looks like a baby elephant. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep living with her. I’m not attracted to her at all anymore.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess leaned forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ryan wrote that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Turn that off.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not yet.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey, what are you doing?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ryan wrote that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Showing everyone what you’ve been saying about me. I mean, your brothers already know, but now their wives do too.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I displayed the final message about women signing contracts to maintain their figures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey\u2026 stop, please.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glen’s laughing response appeared beneath it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess turned toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You thought that was funny?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I mean, your brothers already know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It was a private conversation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That wasn’t my question, Glen.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olive looked at Max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you laugh too?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It was a private conversation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I shouldn’t have.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How did you get those messages?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your account was signed into our iPad. The notification appeared while I was putting Emma to sleep.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You went through my private conversations?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I shouldn’t have.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You took photographs of me without asking.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That doesn’t give you the right to show everybody.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why was it acceptable when you showed your brothers?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glen shifted in his chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That doesn’t give you the right to show everybody.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They were stupid jokes. Nobody thought she’d see them.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Would they have been kinder if Kelsey hadn’t found out?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I was venting. Things have changed since Emma was born.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What changed?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Our relationship. We barely spend time together.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because I’m caring for our daughter while you’re doing everything you did before she arrived.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s not completely true.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I was venting.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then tell me what you handled this week without being asked.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan opened his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing came out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned off the television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you remember taking that photograph?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing came out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Emma had been crying all morning. I’d finally settled her when you took that picture. I didn’t even notice you had your phone out.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan glanced toward the television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You could’ve asked me to take Emma,” he said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I did, Ryan. You said you needed to finish something.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’d finally settled her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You were sending those pictures to Glen and Max, weren’t you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I struggled to keep my voice steady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“While I was trying to comfort our daughter, you were giving your brothers something to laugh about.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey, I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you ever think about how I’d feel if I saw those messages?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I never thought you’d see them.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Would you have stopped if I hadn’t found out?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kelsey, I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d been hoping he’d say yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olive moved closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How long have you known, Kelsey?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Since Monday.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve been carrying this all week?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olive moved closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m sorry you’ve had to face this alone,” she said, squeezing my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned back to Ryan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“For four months, I’ve been looking after Emma while wondering why you barely look at me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We’re both adjusting.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then why have I been doing almost everything alone?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan sat down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned back to Ryan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I didn’t realize how much I’d left you to handle.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You saw how tired I was. You just didn’t change anything.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can help more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Emma needs her father, Ryan. I need a husband who respects me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reached for my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please, let me fix this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can help more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Taking care of Emma won’t erase what you said about me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tess stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We should give you two some privacy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olive hugged me before following the others outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan remained on the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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After the door closed, he looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you leaving?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I haven’t decided what happens to our marriage.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What do you want me to do?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stay somewhere else for a few nights. I need time to think.””Are you leaving?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He glanced upstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And Emma?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She’ll stay here. We’ll arrange time for you to see her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan was silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He glanced upstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can stay with Glen.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before he packed, I stopped him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s something else.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m not hosting every family dinner or handling every night with Emma anymore. If we try to repair this, things need to change.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can stay with Glen.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I understand.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t promise because you’re scared tonight. Think about whether you’re willing to do it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked toward the dark television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I will.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

The following morning, Ryan called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can I come see Emma?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come at ten.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked toward the dark television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he arrived, I handed him her bottle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m going out for coffee. You’ll have her for two hours.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Okay.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I returned, Emma was napping, and Ryan was washing her bottles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve been thinking about Saturday,” he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ll have her for two hours.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I put my keys down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I treated your exhaustion like your problem. I know I was wrong.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You were.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I deleted my copies of those pictures. I also asked Glen and Max to delete theirs.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good. But that doesn’t fix everything.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You were.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to believe he understood. I just wasn’t ready to trust him yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A week later, Ryan came over to spend the afternoon with Emma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’d been visiting regularly, but I still wasn’t ready for him to move home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While he fed her, I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ryan, I want you to take a picture of us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I just wasn’t ready to trust him yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you sure?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes. I haven’t had a proper picture with Emma in weeks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He handed her back, and I settled her against my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wore jeans and a shirt that actually fit. My hair was down, and Emma kept grabbing at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you sure?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan took several photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Want to see?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held out my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In one picture, Emma was looking straight at the camera while I laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you think you’ll ever feel comfortable around me again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held out my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I studied the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I want to. But I still wonder what you’re thinking when you look at me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face fell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I hate that I made you feel that way.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So do I.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I want to.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve been trying to show you I can change.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve noticed. But one good week doesn’t erase four months, Ryan.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll keep showing up.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Emma needs that. Whether we stay married or not.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked at our daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve noticed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t want to lose us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked down at the picture again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Neither did I.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I didn’t reach for his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After he left, I sent the new photograph to Olive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She replied, “You both look so happy!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t want to lose us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan had once taken a photograph of me without asking and made me ashamed of my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, I’d asked him to take the picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked happy. I looked tired. I looked like Emma’s mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And for the first time in months, I didn’t wonder whether Ryan would approve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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