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

I did not say:

My father is Raymond Sanford.

Brandon did not ask more.

Part of me appreciated that.

Part of me now wondered whether I had mistaken disinterest for respect.

Forty-two minutes after I called, Dad walked into my maternity room.

No driver.

No assistant.

No tailored business suit.