Steve’s expression tightened.
« Laika, please don’t start. »
I went quiet.
That sentence had become common since Nolan was born.
« Please don’t start. »
It meant I was too emotional.
Too tired, sensitive, and difficult
Ever since I had been diagnosed with postpartum depression, Steve said I was too much.
He said he never knew which version of me he was coming home to.
So I started making myself smaller.