My Husband Begged for a Son, But After His Birth, He Made Me Give Up My Career

My Husband Begged for a Son and Promised to Stay Home with Him — but After the Baby Was Born, He Forced Me to Quit My Career

In order for me to maintain my hard-won job, my husband vowed to stay at home and raise our baby when he asked for one. However, once our baby was born, he had a change of heart and attempted to make me give up all I had fought so hard to achieve.

I believed I knew exactly who I was constructing my future with when I married Nick.

Prior to getting married, we had been dating for five years. Five years of good times. We always felt like we were on the same team, laughed a lot, and fought infrequently.

Nick has the ability to light up a room with his charm and humour. He was employed in marketing. Stable, although not exactly his ideal work. In contrast, I worked as a lawyer. An excellent one. I rose through the ranks of a prestigious law firm, managing well-known cases and earning more money than Nick ever did.

And that was okay with us.

Having a son was the only thing Nick ever appeared to be genuinely passionate about.

He’d reply, “I can already picture it,” “Teaching him baseball, fixing up a car together, giving him all the things I never had.”

He would talk endlessly about it while beaming like a child. All he ever desired was that.

Me? I had nothing against children. However, I wasn’t rushing either. It was all about my career. I was where I was because I had put in too much work.

I was never pushed by Nick. The largest promise of all was really made by him.

One day he informed me, “I’ll stay at home with our boy when we finally have him.” “You’ve put in too much effort to abandon this. I’ll take on the role of dad full-time.

I recall looking at him, moved.

I said, “Are you sure?”

He answered, “Of course,” without hesitation. “This is what I want. Every every day, I want to be there. How about you? You carry on with your routine. We’ll make the ideal team.

I trusted him.

And I eventually said yes because I trusted him. We made an effort.

It was not instantaneous. I didn’t see the two pink lines for two years. Nick was ecstatic.

“A boy! I simply know it. I was lifted off the ground and spun around as he yelled.

Following the doctor’s confirmation, Nick became a full-fledged father. He informed everyone. His parents, coworkers, friends from the gym, and even the grocery store cashier.

“I’m gonna be a stay-at-home dad,” he would declare with pride. “Best job in the world.”

I cherished witnessing his happiness.

Although being pregnant was difficult, it was made easier by Nick’s excitement. Together, we decorated the nursery. He studied baby care books. He was so focused on doing it correctly that one night he even rehearsed swaddling a plush bear.

Nick was quite anxious when the contractions began. Everything felt worthwhile when I finally held our son in my arms, despite the fact that I was in pain, worn out, and experiencing every emotion imaginable.

Nick dabbed at his eyes. “He’s perfect.”

“This is it,” I thought. We made plans for this. This is what we’re actually doing. For a little moment, the dream seemed genuine as we brought our kid home. Then things began to shift.

The first week passed quickly, filled with infant turmoil and restless nights. Even though I was worn out, I kept telling myself that Nick had this. We work as a team.

Then the justifications began.

It was the same thing every night. Nick would pause while the baby cried. When I didn’t take him up immediately, Nick would sigh and remark, “I think he needs you more than me.”

It began to infiltrate the daylight as well.

“Is it possible to quickly change him? I simply took a seat.

Would you be able to take over? I have a headache, and he is fussy.”

Even though I was fatigued from juggling work emails and nursing, I convinced myself that he was simply adjusting.

But everything changed one night.

I was using one arm to nurse our son while using the other to type an email while I sat on the couch. I couldn’t afford to disregard a partner’s question on a matter at the firm.

After entering, Nick leaned against the doorframe and observed me for a while. “To be honest, I’ve been thinking… maybe you should quit work,” he suggested in the most informal way possible. Simply spend all of your time at home with him.

I thought he was kidding, so I laughed a little.

I noticed that he was grinning when I looked up.

His words were, “Oh, come on,” “You didn’t believe that my intention to remain at home was sincere? Every mother stays at home. I assumed it would start, whether it was your innate instinct or another one.

I inhaled deeply.

I said, “Nick,” as coolly as I could. “Remember the promise you made to me? I wouldn’t have to give up my career, you claimed. You stated that you would be the parent that stays at home.

“Plans change,” he stated quietly.

I tightened my jaw. “No. You changed.”

He shrugged, utterly unconcerned. “I had a thought… I’m not sure. I assumed you would feel different when the baby was born.

“Feel different?” Now I was raising my voice. “I started my career from scratch, Nick. It took me a long time to become an attorney. I put in a lot of work. You were aware of that. That wouldn’t have to alter, you assured me.

Nick shook his head as if I didn’t understand. “Look, I just believe that the baby needs you more than you do. I’m not trying to be cruel, really. I simply believe it is self-centred for a mother to prioritise her career over her child.

I felt like I was slapped by the word.

“Selfish?” I said it again.

“Come on,” he urged. “You know what I mean.”

I clutched the edge of the table till my fingers ached while I gazed at him. That was it. The instant my entire being broke.

Alright. I’d give up. but according to my terms.

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Nick was at the kitchen table the following morning, looking through his phone.

I sat down across from him, poured myself a cup of coffee, and talked gently.

I said, “You’re right,” “I’ll quit my career.”

Nick’s head jerked upwards. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes glowed.

“Really?” he asked.

I grinned. “Yes. However, there is one requirement.

Leaning closer, he awaited a charming little agreement.

“The day I quit is the same day we file for divorce.”

His grin vanished.

“What?”

As I sipped my coffee, I let my words to fully register. “I will never respect you again if I give up. Nick, you didn’t keep your promise. You gave me the impression that we were partners, but as soon as things became serious, you changed your mind.

Therefore, you will pay child support based on the salary I should have been earning, but I will quit my employment. And since I won’t raise my son with a father who breaks his word, I’ll assume full custody.”

Nick blinked. “You’re not serious.”

I cocked my head. “Yes, I am. And believe me, the court will enjoy hearing how you coerced me into resigning after promising to take care of the kids.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was totally disoriented, as if he hadn’t anticipated my retaliation.

He went to his parents’ place that evening after packing a bag. I’m good with that.

My phone rang in the afternoon after that. Nick’s mother.

I let out a sigh before responding. “Hi, Susan.”

“Please know that we’re on your side, honey,” she whispered softly.

I was surprised by that. “Excuse me?”

She let out a sigh. “Everything Nick told us was true. Let’s also assume that his father spoke to him.

I took a seat. “What kind of words?”

She paused, and then I heard his father complaining in the background.

His father yelled, “He made a promise,” “It’s difficult, so he can’t just back out. He believes he can simply take away the career that woman fought so hard to build? He promised to stay at home. Everyone.

A strange mixture of disbelief and joy pulled my lips together.

Susan returned to the call. “He feels ashamed. And truthfully? He ought to be.

“Yeah,” I replied. “He should.”

Nick returned home a few days later.

He had changed appearance. less noisy. He rubbed his hands together as he sat down across from me.

He said, “I was scared,” “I panicked when things got difficult, even though I thought I could handle it. I attempted to force it on you because I’m not sure. I simply assumed it would be simpler.

I folded my arms. “Easier for who?”

He let out a breath. “For me.”

At last. A little truthfulness.

Nick gave me a glance. “I was mistaken. Now I see that. I apologise as well. My goal is to put this right.

I saw my husband for the first time since the baby was born. We gathered and established new guidelines.

I maintained my career. Nick took the initiative — took the initiative. He prepared meals, nursed the infant at night, and took care of him. A part-time nanny was hired to cover my long workdays.

After several months, Nick was able to fulfil his lifelong dream of becoming a father.

Is it flawless? No. It’s real, though.

I also remind him that “I was serious about the divorce, you know,” whenever things become difficult.

Nick smiles. “Yes, and I will never take that chance again.”

The lesson is to always keep your word, especially when speaking with a lawyer.