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

“No,” I said quietly, glancing toward the monitor where I could hear Noah starting to fuss. “It’s about responsibility.

You begged for this, Nick. You wanted kids so badly… specifically sons. You got two.

Now you need to step up or stop asking me to sacrifice everything.”

His jaw clenched. His eyes darted around like he was doing calculations he couldn’t solve.

“You’re being impossible,” he finally muttered, grabbing his jacket.

He left for work without another word.

I stood there in the kitchen, listening to the silence he left behind and the soft coos of our babies in the next room.

This wasn’t about pride. This was about survival.

Because love doesn’t pay the mortgage.

And promises don’t buy diapers and baby food.

The next week felt like living in a freezer. Nick barely spoke to me except to ask where the burp cloths were or whether I’d bought more formula. His answers were clipped, defensive, and wounded.

I didn’t argue.

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