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

I didn’t say anything else. I just dropped my bag, scooped up Liam, and started the work Nick had promised to do.

By midnight, both babies were finally asleep. My arms felt like they might fall off.

My back was screaming. I had patient notes to finish before morning.

Nick was already snoring.

That became our new normal. I’d drag myself through a full shift at the clinic, drive home half-conscious, and walk into a disaster zone.

Then I’d spend the rest of the night doing everything while Nick complained about how tired he was.

“The house is always a mess,” he’d mutter.

“You’re not as fun anymore,” he’d say, like I was supposed to be entertainment instead of a human being running on two hours of sleep.

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