I Came Home Early and Found My Pregnant Wife on the Floor—Then I Saw the Notes She Had Been Keeping About My Mother

Exhausted.

When I reached toward her face to check her lip, she flinched.

That tiny movement hurt more than anything else I had seen.

My wife was afraid of my touch too.

Not because I had ever hit her.

Because somewhere along the way, our home had stopped feeling safe.

I helped her into our bedroom.

“Lie down.”