I thought my husband Mark and I had the perfect marriage seven years strong, full of laughter and love. We struggled to conceive, and when our daughter Sophie was born, she felt like a miracle. Life seemed whole again, and I believed we had it all. That illusion shattered the night of his promotion party.
We attended his corporate celebration, Sophie in her pink dress and me beaming with pride. While chatting with another guest, Sophie tugged my sleeve and said loudly, “Mommy, look! That’s the lady with the worms!” Confused and embarrassed, I knelt down, asking what she meant. She pointed to a woman at the bar Mark’s co-worker Tina and said she’d seen worms on her bed.