My Husband Promised to Take Care of the Baby If I Had One—But After I Gave Birth, He Told Me to Quit My Job

She’ll handle the morning, and I’ll be home by three. We can manage this… I promise.”

I wanted to believe him.

I came home after my first 12-hour shift smelling of antiseptic and exhaustion, my feet screaming in my clogs.

The house hit me before I even opened the door, and I could hear both babies wailing.

Inside was chaos. Bottles were piled in the sink. Laundry was overflowing from the basket like some kind of fabric volcano.

Burp cloths were scattered across every surface.

And Nick? He was just sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“Oh thank God,” he said when he saw me, not even looking up. “They’ve been crying for like two hours straight.

I think they’re broken.”

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