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

Annoyed.

“Call the hospital.”

“I’m calling you.”

“And get an Uber if they tell you to come in.”

I genuinely thought I had misunderstood.

“An Uber?”

“You can handle this.”

“Are you seriously staying at your mother’s birthday while your son is being born?”