The Pottery Class That Shattered My Marriage Seven Months Into My Pregnancy

I’m pregnant with my second baby, and everyone kept warning me the second time around would feel different. My mom said it in that knowing tone mothers use when they’re waiting for you to admit they were right.

“You’ll be more emotional,” she predicted with absolute certainty.

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic prediction.

Turns out, she wasn’t completely wrong. But the storm of emotions didn’t come from pregnancy hormones or my unborn child.

It came from discovering my husband’s double life.

Just Wanting to Hide

During this pregnancy, I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the couch with greasy takeout. Whatever snack the baby demanded that hour was all I cared about.

Hiding felt easier and safer continue reading …