My Husband Told Me to “Handle It Yourself” While I Was in Labor So He Could Stay at His Mother’s Birthday—Then I Made One Phone Call

“Did Dad miss my birth for Grandma Bernice’s party?”

I did not lie.

“Yes.”

His face changed.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because when you were six, that was adult information you didn’t need yet.”