“I’m keeping my independence,” I replied. “If we encounter a crisis again, I won’t suffer in silence before taking action.”
Later that evening, Miles cried from his crib. I began to stand up, but Derek was already on his feet.
“I’ve got him,” he said softly. “I recognize that cry.”
He walked down the hallway to tend to our son. I picked up my mug of tea—still warm—and realized an important lesson: shared responsibility in a family isn’t something one person should have to carry alone.
