I don’t remember the first time he said it. But I do remember how enraged I felt as the baby was screaming, our sanity was departing, and my husband uttered the following words:

“Maybe he’s hungry.”

I wasn’t holding anything sharp at the time, which is obvious because I am not writing this from a women’s penitentiary. But I unleashed a verbal barrage, of this I am sure. My well-meaning partner was just looking for a solution, as men do; he’s a problem-solver. But the solution he offered were my boobs, and I was all, “My body, my choice! P.S. I’m going to KILL YOU.”

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