I asked Adrian for one small favor. “Could you wash the bottles?” He sighed.
Then he looked around the house. “I’m tired of coming home to crying babies, dirty bottles, and a wife who always looks stressed.”
I stared at him. A few minutes later, Adrian casually told me he had already planned a four-day fishing trip with his friends.
He said he “needed a break.” For a moment, I honestly thought he was joking.
“You’re leaving for four days?” He kept packing. “Adrian, I haven’t slept properly in months.
How am I supposed to handle two babies completely alone?” He barely looked at me.
Then he shrugged. “You wanted to be a mother, Claire.” He zipped his bag.
“So act like one.” I just stood there. After everything we had gone through to have those girls, his words hit harder than I expected.
