It was an ordinary evening. My wife was on her iPad, and the kids were in bed\u2014at least, I thought so. I went for a relaxing shower, but then I heard my son crying desperately, “Daddy! Daddy!” I rushed out, only to find my wife still on her iPad, uninterested.<\/p>\n
I ran to my son’s room, expecting a typical tantrum, but found him sobbing in red paint, soaked in his own mess. He said, “I’m sorry,” and I realized he’d been crying alone for a while. My wife hadn’t checked on him.<\/p>\n
Later, after a tense conversation with her, I discovered through my mother-in-law that my wife was struggling with depression. She’d been overwhelmed by motherhood and losing herself in the process.<\/p>\n
As my wife began therapy, things slowly improved. She started painting again, and her connection with our son healed. Our family wasn’t perfect, but we were slowly rebuilding together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"