My Husband Scr:eamed That Our One-Month-Old Twins Were Driving Him Crazy, Then Flew to Europe With His Friends for a Month and Left Me Alone. But When He Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, What He Saw Made Him Freeze in Horror: ‘No. No Way. This Can’t Be Happening.’
“The crying of these two babies is driving me crazy. I need some space!” my husband, Daniel Whitmore, shouted. He stood in the center of our small home in Portland, Oregon, suitcase in hand and anger written across his face, while our one-month-old twins wailed from their bassinets. I was still bleeding after childbirth. My
My Husband Scr:eamed That Our One-Month-Old Twins Were Driving Him Crazy, Then Flew to Europe With His Friends for a Month and Left Me Alone. But When He Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, What He Saw Made Him Freeze in Horror: ‘No. No Way. This Can’t Be Happening.’ Read More