I believed him. I was afraid to be alone. And now… I’m alone anyway, just with a baby in my arms. He doesn’t help with anything. Even handing him the bottle is a tragedy.

When I don’t manage to cook dinner on time, he looks at me as if I’ve failed an exam:

“Can’t you handle the baby and the food at the same time? All women manage.”

All women…

That night, the baby didn’t sleep at all. He cried, arched his back, as if he was in pain. I walked around the room for an hour, two, three. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. At some point, I realized the world was spinning. For a second, I caught my husband’s gaze — he was watching TV, switching channels, as if we didn’t exist.