When I got really sick while caring for our newborn daughter, my husband Drew did the unthinkable—he walked out. He said my coughing kept him up and that I could “handle it better” since I was the mom. No calls, no help, no concern. I was left alone, feverish and exhausted, taking care of a six-month-old on pure willpower.

Once I recovered, I let him come home to a spotless house, a hot meal, and a smiling baby—then I handed her to him, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out for a weekend spa retreat. No warning…