My Husband Gave His Couch in the Delivery Room to My MIL and Went on a Boys’ Trip Instead – He Got a Lesson He’ll Never Forget
My husband promised he’d be by my side when our baby arrived, but two days before my due date, I found a note saying he’d gone on a boys’ weekend and that his mother would “handle it.” I grew up in foster care with no family, so the betrayal cut deep.
When labor started at 2 a.m., my mother-in-law showed up instead. She stayed through contractions, held my hand during childbirth, and cried when my son was born. When my husband finally arrived the next day, she didn’t comfort him — she confronted him, then stayed for a week to make sure he learned what real responsibility and fatherhood looked like.
That week changed everything. Today, my husband shows up for every feeding, every night, every hard moment. Sometimes love doesn’t come softly. Sometimes love teaches — and it stays.
