After I had my baby, I developed postpartum depression.   I wanted my husband, Grant Pierce, to come to my follow-up appointment, but he said he was too busy with work.   He worked all day and cared for our baby at night. Seeing how exhausted he was, I didn't push him.   The next day, I went to the hospital alone.   When I left the consulting room, I saw Grant with my best friend.   I rubbed my eyes. Was I so ill that I was starting to hallucinate?   Back home, I went into his study to clean and accidentally knocked a drawer out of his desk.   More than 100 appointment slips scattered across the floor.   From March of this year through yesterday, Grant had gone to the hospital with Monica Walsh every single day.   My mind went blank.   He hadn't been too busy. He simply hadn't wanted to go with me.   I closed my eyes and let the tears slip down my face.   I was done begging him to be there for me. I was done with this marriage too.