My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

instead of helping, you told me I was overreacting.”

Silence.

“Think about that before you ask why I’m still hurt.”

The following week, he attended another counseling appointment.

He apologized for the conversation.

For a moment, I allowed myself to hope he was beginning to understand.

Then my maternity photographer called.

Her name was Marcia Holt, and we had scheduled my photo session for October 24.

“Anna, I’m confirming Saturday’s appointment,” she said. “But there’s something I need to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Your husband contacted me about canceling the