What should have been the happiest moment of my life turned into heartbreak. After six years together, my husband Mark and I welcomed our first baby. We prepared for everything — prenatal classes, birth plans, parenting books — and I truly believed we’d face parenthood as a united team. The delivery was tough, but the moment I held our son, I felt pure joy. Mark cried happy tears, proud and loving, and I thought our bond had grown even stronger.

But everything changed the moment I began breastfeeding. Mark walked in, saw me nursing, and his face twisted in disgust. He went pale, ran out of the room, and disappeared for hours. I was terrified and confused, calling him nonstop. That evening, he finally texted: “What you did is disgusting. You made me feel like I was cheated on.” My heart dropped. He truly believed that feeding our baby was somehow a betrayal.

I tried to reason with him, explain how natural and healthy breastfeeding is, and remind him this was part of caring for our child — not competition. He wouldn’t listen. Counseling didn’t help either. His jealousy only got worse. He couldn’t stand seeing me nurse, avoided being home, and withdrew from both the baby and me. Soon, he filed for divorce — over breastfeeding our own child.

Now I’m raising my newborn alone, reeling from shock and trying to make sense of it all. Mark still demands 50/50 custody, despite refusing to confront his irrational beliefs. I’m torn — part of me still loves him and hopes he’ll wake up from this mindset. But another part knows I can’t sacrifice my baby’s well-being or my sanity. Is this marriage worth saving, or is it time to let go?