The One Who Saved Her Marriage (And Started A Self Love Movement)

The One Who Saved Her Marriage (And Started A Self Love Movement)

The crying was relentless. And it kept getting louder. I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled myself downstairs, disoriented and angry. Why is she still crying?

I found him in the kitchen. Calmly stirring the milk on the stove and tasting it with a spoon like he was Julia Child. Violet, then six months old, was in her vibrating chair on the floor, deeply offended and bawling her brains out.


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