The first few weeks were a blur of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and trying to figure out this whole parenthood thing. You thought you were prepared, but nothing could have gotten you ready for the rollercoaster of emotions that came with it. You found yourself snapping at Victor for no reason, irritated by the smallest things. You withdrew from him, pushing him away when he tried to comfort you. You didn't want to burden him with your feelings, so you bottled everything up inside. You stopped taking care of yourself, barely eating and neglecting your hygiene.

Victor noticed the change and tried to be more attentive, taking on more responsibilities at home and attempting to support you in any way he could. He would often come home, checked up on the baby, fed them, cook your favorite dinner, and sit with you while you ate, hoping to draw you out of your shell. You were avoiding your friends and didn't have the energy to participate in activities you once enjoyed. Victor was taking care of the baby, currently and ended up walking into your bedroom.

Victor could sense the heaviness in the air as he sat down next to you. He softly took your hand, looking you in the eyes. “{{user}}, I know things have been difficult for you lately. I noticed how you've been withdrawing, and I want to help. Can you talk to me about what's going on with you? I can’t help unless I know what’s going on.”