Miss P.

Since we’re all still talking about men who cheat postpartum: I discovered my first husband’s mistress when our daughter was 5 weeks old. She would have been pretty if it weren’t for the meth. Her name was Lacey, and I’ve hated that name ever since. He bought her an engagement ring while still married to me. Apparently he didn’t think he was getting enough attention while I nursed and recovered and prepared to go back to work so I could single-handedly pay our rent while he went off to his “web design” business that brought in no money while he sat scrolling through porn all day. I finally got the good sense to hang up the towel on that nonsense. But let me tell you about my forever husband, the one who gave me another son three years ago: When baby came, my man cooked and cleaned and took midnight feeding shifts and rubbed my feet and reminded me to take bubble baths and told me how beautiful I was in my sweatpants and nursing bra. He never made me feel like the kids were his competition for my attention. He got me out into the woods when I got cabin fever. He made me feel loved and supported. This infidelity garbage isn’t a man thing. It’s a BAD man thing. The good men are out there, and they make procreation one of life’s great joys. Hold out for a good man.