I Heard Our Baby Crying While I Was in the Shower & My Wife Was Watching TV – When I Entered His Room, I Screamed in Shock

One evening, after a long shower, I found my 3-year-old son crying, covered in red paint. My wife sat nearby, engrossed in her iPad, oblivious to the chaos. Frustrated, I discovered he’d spilled leftover paint from the night before. “Mommy didn’t check on me,” he sobbed. It stung.

Later, I confronted my wife, but her detachment felt deeper than a bad night. Seeking clarity, I called her mother, who revealed my wife’s struggle with depression. Overwhelmed by motherhood and losing her sense of self, she had silently endured.

She began therapy, and though progress was slow, things improved. She reconnected with her art, regained joy, and rebuilt her bond with our son. Supporting her wasn’t easy, but together, we started healing as a family.