Husband Pressures Me for a Third Child, Kicks Me Out — But I Had the Last Word

After my husband, Eric, made the suggestion that we have a third child, I realized that something needed to be different. While he spent his time lounging about like a king, I had no intention of taking on any additional responsibilities. He kicked me out after I told him exactly what I thought, but not before I turned the tables on him. I told him precisely what I thought as well.

Have you ever experienced one of those moments where you finally reached the point where you could no longer take it? I was in that situation when my husband insisted on having another child, as if I didn’t already have enough on my plate by managing the upbringing of two children on my own.

 

 

What transpired was a confrontation that I had no idea was to come.

Eric, my husband, and I have been married for a total of twelve years already. His age is 43, and I am 32. In addition to our son, Brandon, who is five years old, we also have a daughter named Lily, who is 10 years old.

While I am responsible for maintaining this house, I have been raising them as my full-time job.

 

 

Although I work from home on a part-time basis to assist with the costs, I am still responsible for everything. By “everything,” I mean activities like as cooking, cleaning, dropping off children at school, doing laundry, and establishing nighttime routines, among other things.

On the other hand, Eric is of the opinion that his sole responsibility is to “provide.” Finally, his involvement comes to an end at that point. Changing a diaper, staying up with a sick child, or simply packing a lunchbox are all things that he has never done.

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Not only is it exhausting, but I adore my children.

During the time when Eric is sitting on the couch watching sports or playing video games, I have come to terms with the fact that I am essentially a single parent. However, this does not mean that I do not experience frustration.

A month ago, my closest friend extended an invitation to me to join her for a cup of coffee. It had been weeks since I had the opportunity to go out and do something enjoyable, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

“Eric, can you watch the kids for an hour?” As I placed my shoes on, I inquired about it.

He did not take his gaze off the television. “I’m exhausted. I was employed during the entire week. Is it not possible for you to simply take them with you?

I did a sigh. The reason is that I need a break. The time is only one hour. They won’t have any problems.”

As he reached for the remote control, Eric rolled his eyes out. “Katie, you are the mother. No breaks are given to mothers. My mother was never in need of a break. In addition, my sister did not.”

 

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A snappy “No, it’s not,” I retorted. “Being a parent is more than just bringing home a paycheck.”

His mother, Brianna, who had come by earlier to “visit the kids” with her daughter, entered the kitchen before Eric could react. Brianna had stopped by earlier during the day.

“Everything okay in here?” Our eyes darted back and forth between us as Brianna inquired.

In a dramatic manner, Eric sighed. “Mom, she’s at it again.”

I gave a sigh of relief. “At what again?”

“She keeps telling me I don’t help with the kids.”

The pursed lips of Brianna were visible when she took a seat. It is imperative that you exercise caution, love, Katie. If a man feels that his wife is criticizing him, he will not enjoy it.

Eric shook his head and said, “Life is not fair, Katie.” “Deal with it.”

There was a feeling that I had hit a wall as I glanced at him. His behavior was not going to alter. Neither his mother nor his sister were present.

Eric brought up the third child once more later that evening, after Brianna and Amber had already left the neighborhood. His tone was more urgent than it had been previously.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he commented as we were packing our bags and getting ready for bed. This is a wonderful life for us. I look after you and the children in my care. Our group ought to have another.”

At last, when I had reached my breaking point, I turned to him. “Eric, you do not look out for my well-being. Or the children. “You don’t even know them very well.”

His expression was completely blank as he simply stared at me.

I continued by saying, “You are not the wonderful father that you believe you are.” “And I have absolutely no desire to be a single mother to three children,” she said. Two is already a challenge.”

In spite of the fact that his jaw constricted, Eric remained silent. As an alternative, he walked out of the room with a resounding slam of the door behind him.

His car started, and a few moments later, he was gone. I heard his car start. Certainly, he is going to go to his mother’s house.

The next morning, I woke up early and sat quietly drinking my coffee while I walked around. Those children were staying at my sister’s house. I knew I needed someone to lean on, so I contacted her the night before knowing that I needed her.

The fact that Brianna and Amber showed up instead of Eric was not a surprise to me because I had not anticipated that Eric would return soon away.

The door was not even knocked on.

“Katie,” Brianna said as she entered the kitchen. “I really like you.” Then, with her arms crossed and her lips pursed, Amber followed. “We need to talk.”

I leaned on the counter and maintained a cool expression on my face. I’m not sure what there is to discuss, if anything at all. It is necessary for Eric and I to figure things out on our own.

Amber laughed sarcastically. “That’s exactly what we’re here to help with.”

My tone remained calm as I stated, “I do not require your assistance.”

On the other hand, Brianna did not back down. “Katie, my beautiful, you have evolved. You are not the delightful young lady that my son married.

The impact of that remark was more than I had anticipated.

Over the course of many years, I had been attempting to live up to a particular vision of myself that they had in their heads. After that, I was no longer that girl. I had reached the age of maturity and was responsible for things that they could not even begin to fathom.

I looked her in the eye and responded, “You are absolutely correct.” “I am no longer that girl,” she said. An adolescent was married to Eric. At this point, I am a woman who is aware of her value.

Redness spread across Brianna’s face. “Excuse me?”

I made a cross with my arms. That’s what I said. And to tell you the truth, Eric ought to be here talking to me if he has an issue with the way I manage my household. It is not going to be sent to you two to do it for him.

The voice of Amber was piercing. That is not how the family unit functions. Our mutual support is unwavering.

“Are you serious? Curiously, it appears that support is only ever going to go in one direction.

My sister entered the room at that moment. After taking a single glance at the situation, she immediately became aware of the tension. “Everything okay here?”

Suddenly, Brianna betrayed her. “Who are you?”

The response she gave was, “Her sister,” and she smiled warmly. You all need to take a deep breath and relax. If not, I have the ability to contact the authorities.

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When I saw the angry expression on Brianna’s face, I braced myself for the barrage of insults that were about to come. It was inevitable that she would go on a rant about how I was “ruining” her son’s life, how I was a terrible wife, and how my children would grow up to despise me.

Then again, I did not flinch.

After what seemed like an eternity, they eventually departed, slamming the door behind them as they went.

Eric arrived at his house later on that day. As he entered the kitchen, I could sense the tension in the air, and I heard his footfall before I really saw him when he entered.

He began by saying, “So,” with a chilly tone in his voice, “you insulted my mother and sister?”

I made a folding motion with my arms. There was no one that I insulted. I informed them that they had no authority to step in and interfere with our marriage.

The look on Eric’s face became murkier. You don’t love me, do you? The children are not loved by you. How have you evolved?

“Eric, I have not changed at all. I have matured, now. There is a major distinction.”

In the end, he lost his cool and exploded, which caused our debate to spin out of control.

He yelled, “Pack your things and leave,” while pointing to the door. “Get out of here!” “I can’t live with you anymore.”

Even though I was taken aback, I did not dispute. When I was ready to depart, I gathered my belongings and stood at the entrance. On the other hand, before I moved away from him, I gave him one final look.

“The children are going to remain here,” I stated. “The responsibility for them will fall on whichever parent chooses to reside in this house. There is no way that they will leave.”

His question was, “Wait… what?” “That’s not happening.”

“You heard me,” I murmured in a composed sound. That’s alright, you wanted me to leave. However, the children continue to remain.”

Following that, I left the room with my sister without listening to anything further that Eric had to say.

After that, he attempted to reach me, but it was already too late.

After everything was said and done, Eric did not agree to take custody of the children, and I filed for divorce.

In the end, I was able to keep the property, I was granted full custody of the children, and I was paid a significant amount of child support. It is a relief that I was able to advocate for myself before it was too late. Is it your opinion that I made the appropriate choice? Do you think I went too far?