“He’s Just Adjusting,” My Wife Said — But My Son Didn’t Look “Fine”
From the outside, our life looked normal.
Modest house. Two working parents. One kid who used to be bright and loud and curious.
Then my night shifts started.
More money. Less time. And more nights where my wife and son were home without me.
My father-in-law stepped in fast.
He offered to “help.”
He offered to “check on the house.”
He offered to “make sure the boy is settled.”
My wife was grateful.
She’d lost her mom a few years earlier, and her father became the fixed point she clung to.
