After another night of arguing, swearing, and bear hugging, approximately eleven months after that chance encounter, my sweet little Jamie was born. I had given him the most precious gift in the world; you would have thought I’d just brought in the groceries. He was glaring at me, my entire body cavity exposed—an unsupportive partner, who was neither present mentally or emotionally. The blissfulness that comes along with the birth of a baby was absent. I had not chosen a loving, kind, or honest partner. I wasn’t ready to address my insecurities or pull back the curtains on my flaws. The layers were deep; it was easier to camouflage the issues. Not addressing these flaws would eventually cause me many years of heartache and suffering.