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
“Yes.”
Liam sat on my kitchen stool.
“Do you hate him?”
“No.”
“You did.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Time.”
“Yes.”
Liam sat on my kitchen stool.
“Do you hate him?”
“No.”
“You did.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Time.”