Go Home to Your Mother: A Newborn, a Broken Marriage, and the Loneliness of Motherhood
One night, my husband Tom told me to go home to my mother with our newborn daughter, Evie, because he couldn’t cope. Alone in my childhood bedroom, I tried to survive sleepless nights, colic, and the suffocating silence of a crumbling marriage. I wondered if it’s truly possible to feel so utterly alone while still being married.