I Heard Our Baby Crying While I Was in the

One evening, I rushed out of the shower to find my 3-year-old son sobbing, covered in red paint, while my wife remained glued to her iPad. I was frustrated, not understanding how she could be so oblivious to the situation. My son, trembling and tearful, said, “Daddy, I made a mess,” as I saw the paint everywhere — his bed, clothes, and hair. Worse, he had wet himself. I asked him why his mom hadn’t helped, and his response stung: “Mommy didn’t check on me. Nobody checked on me.” As I cleaned him up,

I couldn’t shake the growing frustration. How could my wife have ignored this? When I confronted her, she claimed she’d tried, but her disinterest in our son’s distress was clear. Her lack of concern was more than just neglect; it felt like something deeper was at play.The next morning, needing space to think, I took our son and stayed with my sister. I called my mother-in-law, hoping she could shed some light on what was happening with my wife. After a tense conversation, she revealed that my wife had been struggling with depression for some time. The pressures of motherhood, losing her own identity, and feeling trapped had taken a toll on her. She hadn’t known how to ask for help.

This revelation hit me hard. I’d been so focused on my own anger and frustration that I hadn’t considered the emotional weight my wife had been carrying. With this new understanding, I realized she needed support, not judgment. Over the next few weeks, she began therapy, and slowly, I started to notice small changes. She started painting again, reconnecting with the part of herself that had been lost in the daily grind of motherhood,

Her relationship with our son began to improve as well. I saw them reading together, and she started teaching him how to draw. It was clear that the distance between them was closing. Slowly but surely, our family was healing. We weren’t perfect, but we were learning how to support each other through the tough times. Together, we began to rebuild what had been broken.