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

“What’s wrong?”

Brandon muffled the phone.

I heard whispering.

Then Bernice’s voice came through loudly enough that I knew she wanted me to hear.

“Tell her not to ruin your mother’s evening.

Women have babies every day.”

I closed my eyes.

“Brandon.”