When Aria is in labor with her and Dave’s firstborn baby, she’s horrified to see him leave the hospital just because his mother called. Things get worse when Aria discovers that the reason was because Dave needed to help with his mother’s groceries. What is Aria going to do next?
I never imagined I’d be writing this, but here I am, needing to vent and share the valuable lesson my husband learned the hard way.
I’m 32 and stepping into motherhood. My husband, Dave, is 34 and has always had a bit of a complicated relationship with his mother.
Marlene is the type of mother who called for every little thing, expecting him to drop everything and come as soon as she needed.
“Hey, Aria,” Dave would say. “Mom needs me, I’ll be right back.”
And he would dash out of the house, ready to save the day.
I used to find it endearing until the day I went into labor. I was at 38 weeks, and I knew that the time was coming.
One evening, I felt the contractions start. Everything was going smoothly until I was about six hours into the agonizing labor.
“Just breathe, darling,” Dave said, squeezing my hand. “Before you know it, our little girl will be here!”
“I’ll be right back, Aria,” he said. “I swear.”
He kissed my forehead before rushing out.
I couldn’t believe that he would actually do this. It made absolutely no sense. I knew that my husband loved being there for his mother, but to actually leave his wife during labor?
“No,” Jerry said. “I’ll meet you there.”
“This is nice,” I told my husband. “We don’t do things like this very often. I think we should dress up and truly make a night of it.”
“I agree, honey,” Leo said. “Let’s just have a good time.”
The restaurant was exquisite, with soft lighting and a gentle hum of live jazz music in the background.
“He really chose a fancy place,” Leo said, taking my hand while we looked around for Jerry.
“Hey, you two! Over here!” Jerry called out, his face lit up with a broad smile.
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