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As I tried to keep up appearances, my body finally gave in. I felt dizzy and clammy, and before I knew it, I blacked out right in the middle of the party. When I came to, I was surrounded by concerned family members who helped me up. Someone handed me a piece of cake, thinking it might help with my sugar levels. I reassured everyone that I was fine, just tired, but I caught Jake frowning. I wasn’t sure what his look meant, but I sensed he was more worried about his image than my well-being.

The ride home was silent, and once we were back, Jake exploded. He was annoyed that I had embarrassed him, accusing me of making him “look bad.” He paced the kitchen, complaining, “Can’t you see how this makes me look? Everyone thinks I’m not taking care of you!” He even questioned my priorities because I went straight to bed instead of arguing with him.

The next morning, Jake ignored both me and little Tilly. He was consumed by his own feelings, believing I didn’t care about him because I needed to rest. “I’m not the enemy here, Jake. I needed to rest, that’s all,” I tried to explain, my voice weak yet firm. But he scoffed, “You don’t get it, do you? You go off to sleep while I’m left dealing with the embarrassment!”

At that moment, I reached my breaking point. Exhausted and feeling completely unsupported, I decided to pack some things and go to my mom’s place for a while. As I was packing, the doorbell rang, and, of course, I was the one who went to answer it. To my surprise, it was my in-laws, looking serious, and with them was a woman I didn’t recognize.

“We need to talk,” my mother-in-law (MIL) said, stepping inside. She introduced the woman as a professional nanny they had hired for the next two weeks. “She’s here to help with the baby and to teach Jake about caring for her and managing the house,” my MIL explained…