At nine months pregnant, I thought cleaning would be the hardest part,
but my husband’s distance and a shocking discovery made me question everything.
While dusting, I found a photo of Aaron and me from happier times,
but lately, he seemed distant—coming home late, barely speaking.
One day, after a tense conversation,
I found a box in his closet containing expensive lingerie, not for me.
My heart sank, and I texted my friend Katherine,
who suggested I check his stuff.
I discovered shredded bills in the trash—hospital bills.
When Aaron came home, I confronted him.
He revealed his mom was sick, and he had been paying her medical bills.
The lingerie, he explained, was for me, hoping to help with my insecurities.
Though hurt that he’d kept it all from me, I understood.
Later, I visited his mom in the hospital,
and we shared a moment of understanding.
I realized family support mattered, even when things weren’t perfect.
