My Husband Asked For Alone Time Every Night—What I Saw On The Baby Monitor Shattered Me
After our baby was born, my husband asked for an hour alone each night. One evening I checked the monitor and saw him on the floor with our wedding album and our son’s stuffed giraffe, whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m trying.”
When I asked him about it later, he admitted he was terrified of becoming the kind of parent he grew up with—an unstable mom, an absent dad, and a childhood he never really faced. His “alone time” was actually panic.
We started talking, then therapy. Slowly, he began healing. A letter from his late mother, found by an aunt, gave him unexpected closure. Later, his father—now sober—reached out, and they cautiously reconnected.
We’re still figuring things out, but we’ve learned healing is quiet and messy. And the fact that he worries about being a good dad means he already is one.
