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

He said it at the grocery store when we ran into his cousin. He said it at my baby shower, loud enough for everyone to hear. He said it in the clinic waiting room when he brought me Thai food during my lunch break.

People loved him for it.

Women would actually stop me to say how lucky I was.

“Most men wouldn’t even change a diaper,” my nurse practitioner told me, shaking her head. “You’ve got a good one.”

I believed Nick. God help me, I really did.

Our baby boys, Liam and Noah, arrived on a Tuesday morning in March.

Six pounds each, all scrunched faces and tiny fists and that perfect baby smell that makes your heart crack open.

The first month was a beautiful disaster. I’d sit in the nursery at 4 a.m., holding one baby while the other slept, just breathing them in.

Nick was great.

He’d post photos on social media with captions like “Best dad life” and “My boys.”

I thought we had everything figured out.

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