For the rest of that afternoon, she refused to hold Leo.
I did Leo’s bottle feeding and changing while she barely acknowledged us.
I told myself she was having a hard time coming to terms with the diagnosis.
I was, too, but I had to step up as she had just been through labor and childbirth.
I hoped she would soon realize we were in this together and we would always support each other.
That night, I woke in the chair beside her bed and saw her standing over his bassinet.
Her back was toward me.
One hand hovered above his blanket as if she wanted to touch him but could not make herself do it.
I closed my eyes before she noticed I was awake.
The next morning, she was distant again.
“Could you raise him alone?” she asked.
I thought she meant if something happened to one of us someday.
“I wouldn’t have to,” I said. “He has both of us.”
She began crying.
I reached for her, but she turned away.
Two days later, Goldi told me she wanted a divorce.
I laughed because the idea seemed impossible.👉 Read the Full Story
We had been married for four years.
Three weeks earlier, she had been folding baby clothes and arguing with me about whether the nursery needed another lamp.
Now she would not even look me in the eye.
She would not even touch our baby.
“You don’t mean that,” I said.
“I do.”
“Because Leo has Down syndrome?”
