What devastated me the most was how he handled our daughter when she started to cry. Instead of comforting her, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her to her crib, telling her to stay put and be quiet. She sobbed as she clutched her stuffed animal, seeking comfort in its softness, her small frame shaking with fear.

As I continued to watch, my husband sat back down, seemingly indifferent to the distress he had caused. He went back to his phone, ignoring the pitiful cries from the crib. The footage showed a man consumed by something dark, someone who appeared to have lost all empathy and patience.

I felt a mix of emotions watching the video: anger, sadness, fear, and betrayal. This was not the man I married, not the father I envisioned for our child. I realized that something had drastically changed within him, and it was affecting not only our marriage but also our daughter’s well-being.