One evening, everything changed in an instant. My husband suddenly snapped, throwing his phone aside and yelling at our daughter for reasons I couldn’t understand. She froze, terrified by the unexpected outburst. His frustration filled the room, dark and heavy, as he continued to berate her. The fear in her eyes broke my heart.
The man I had known—the gentle father who once sang lullabies and cradled our daughter—was gone. In his place was someone unrecognizable, harsh and unyielding. He scolded her for not playing quietly and for making a mess, his words sharp and cruel.
The most harrowing moment came when she began to cry. Instead of offering comfort, he roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her to her crib, insisting she stay put and be quiet. She clutched her stuffed animal, her tiny body shaking as she sobbed.
Afterward, he returned to his phone, indifferent to the pain he had caused. Watching the footage, I felt a wave of emotions: fear, anger, sadness, and disbelief. This was not the father or husband I had known. Something had changed, and it was affecting our daughter and our marriage.
