{"id":62638,"date":"2025-06-04T08:15:16","date_gmt":"2025-06-04T08:15:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=62638"},"modified":"2025-06-04T08:15:16","modified_gmt":"2025-06-04T08:15:16","slug":"at-my-husbands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=62638","title":{"rendered":"At My Husband\u2019s\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"720\" height=\"900\" src=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-127.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-62639\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-127.png 720w, https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-127-240x300.png 240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I believed Mark and I would be together for life\u2014just like we promised on our wedding day. For seven years, we shared what seemed like a perfect marriage. I worked from home as a freelance designer, and we were that couple everyone admired\u2014connected, affectionate, in sync.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The only real heartache was our struggle to conceive. After two difficult years, I finally got pregnant. When Sophie was born, it felt like life had found its rhythm again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At Mark\u2019s promotion party, Sophie wore a pink dress. I chose blue. The venue was lit with string lights. While I mingled, Sophie tugged my arm and said, \u201cMommy, that\u2019s the lady with the worms!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She pointed to Tina\u2014Mark\u2019s coworker. Sophie added, \u201cDaddy said not to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At home, Mark claimed she saw curlers and called them worms as a joke. But guilt lived in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I met Tina days later. Calmly, she said, \u201cHe told me it wouldn\u2019t take long.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou can have him,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I filed for separation. Now, Sophie won\u2019t go if Tina\u2019s around. And me? I\u2019m healing\u2014one brushstroke, one breath at a time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I believed Mark and I would be together for life\u2014just like we promised on our wedding day. For seven years, we shared what seemed like a perfect&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":62639,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62638"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62638"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62638\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62640,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62638\/revisions\/62640"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/62639"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62638"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=62638"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=62638"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}