After a hard day of looking after our newborn boy, I was spent. As usual, I assumed my husband would pitch in for dinner given I was occupied feeding our infant. I said I’d come back shortly to join him; when I arrived at the table, there was nothing left for me.
I attempted to remain composed, but I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. How could he consume it all without leaving me even a bite? After a hard day of looking after our small one, I was hungry and all I wanted was to sit down and savor a dinner.
When I challenged him, he appeared really shocked and sorry, claiming he didn’t know I would be so hungry. But at that time, I simply required him to be more thoughtful and plan ahead.
The meal was not the issue. It was about feeling unsupported given what I was already balancing. I just required him to be present in those small but significant ways.
