After the baby arrived, the same habit began taking a different shape.

A formula container became proof that I was wasteful.

A package of diapers became an unnecessary luxury.

A doctor visit became something I should have prevented through better planning.

Daniel never said our son shouldn’t be fed or cared for.

Instead, he questioned every decision surrounding that care until I began anticipating an argument whenever I reached for my wallet.

One afternoon, I returned from the grocery store carrying milk, bread, vegetables, and three containers of formula.