My Husband Demanded a Third Child – After My Response, He Kicked Me Out, but I Turned the Tables on Him

“Eric, can you watch the kids for an hour?” I asked as I slipped on my shoes.

His eyes stayed glued to the TV. “I’m tired. I worked all week. Why don’t you just take them with you?”

I sighed. “Because I want a break. It’s just an hour. They’ll be fine.”

Eric rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote. “Katie, you’re the mom. Moms don’t get breaks. My mom never needed breaks. Neither did my sister.”

My jaw clenched. “Oh, so Brianna and Amber never felt overwhelmed? They never needed a minute to themselves?”

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “They managed just fine. You should, too.”

That’s when I lost it.

“Eric, your mom and sister probably felt exactly like I do! They just never said it out loud because they knew no one would listen.”

Eric waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s your job, Katie. You wanted kids. Now take care of them.”

I wanted to scream.

“They’re your kids, too!” I said. “When do you ever take care of them? When was the last time you helped Lily with her homework? Or played with Brandon? Or asked them how their day was?”

“I go to work to keep a roof over your head. That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not!” I shot back. “Providing money isn’t the same as being a parent. You’re their father, Eric. They need you.”

“Well, tough. I’m not changing how things are.”

I stared at him, speechless. How did I end up married to someone so selfish?