One night, my husband suddenly snapped—yelling at our daughter and dragging her to her crib as she cried in fear. Watching the footage later broke me. This wasn’t the gentle father I knew, but someone consumed by stress and anger.
When I confronted him, he was shocked and ashamed. He admitted that pressure from work was spilling into our home life and agreed to seek therapy. Together, we reassured our daughter she was safe and loved, and slowly her laughter returned.
The experience was painful, but it taught us the value of communication, vigilance, and seeking help. Through therapy and open conversations, my husband learned to manage his emotions, and we began to rebuild our trust. What could have torn us apart instead pushed us to heal—and grow closer as a family.
