Becoming A Stay At Home Dad Cured My Anxiety And Set Me Free
“Shut the hell up,” she said. My eyes widened and cheeks flushed as I became aware of my awkward hum. I felt the eyes in the room focus on me. Never one to sing in front of others, I glanced at the grinning doctor and nurse on the other side of the bed. I wanted to crawl into a dark hole. This story was submitted by a Fatherly reader. Opinions expressed in the story do not reflect the opinions of Fatherly as a publication....