My Husband Abandoned Me While I Was in Labor Because His Mother’s Birthday Dinner Mattered More Than the Birth of Our Son. “Handle It Yourself. Stop Being So Dramatic,” He Said. Three Days Later He Went White When He Saw the Man Holding His Newborn.

Before he could answer, Wendy’s voice drifted through the phone: “Tell her women have been giving birth for thousands of years.”

Luca actually laughed.

“See?

Mom gets it,” he said.

“Call a cab.”

Something inside me went completely still.

The fear remained, and so did the pain, but whatever part of me had been begging my husband to choose me suddenly disappeared.

“All right,” I whispered.

“Enjoy the cake.”

Then I called the one person I had avoided calling for almost two years: my father.