I had never felt so unheard. Charles casually mentioned that his mom “helped brighten things up,” acting as though my investment and emotional attachment didn’t matter. Feeling overwhelmed and disrespected, I quietly packed my bag and went back to my mom’s, leaving Charles and Betty to handle the twins and daily responsibilities. For the first few days, they tried to manage confidently, but soon reality hit. Late-night messages asking how to calm the babies made it clear they underestimated everything I did.