Quando engravidei do nosso segundo filho, meu marido me disse que, se não fosse um herdeiro homem, ele me expulsaria de casa, junto com minha filha. Tive que fazer uma troca, mas anos depois esse ato terrível me atingiu.
Meu marido e eu planejávamos ter outro filho. “Meu sonho é ser pai de dois”, ele costumava dizer. Nossa filha mais velha e única estava prestes a completar 7 anos, então achamos que seria um ótimo momento para tentar ter outro filho, para que ela pudesse aproveitar o irmãozinho (ou irmãzinha?) enquanto ambos eram crianças.
Depois que minha menstruação atrasou mais de 5 semanas, decidi marcar uma consulta com meu clínico geral e ele me deu a notícia. “Parabéns, Chrissy! Você está grávida!”, e nós dois ficamos muito felizes!
O médico me disse que eu estava esperando uma menina e fiquei desesperada. | Fonte: Shutterstock
Mas meu marido me disse algo que nunca tinha me dito antes. Eu já tinha tido Jessy e, depois de saber da minha gravidez, ele me disse que não aguentava mais uma mulher em casa. Então, se eu não der à luz um herdeiro homem, devo sair de casa.
Durante um exame de ultrassom de rotina, me disseram que era uma menina. Eu não sabia o que dizer ao meu marido, então menti. Quando cheguei em casa, ele me perguntou: “Como foi o exame? O que o médico disse?”
Descobri que estava esperando uma menina após um exame de ultrassom. | Fonte: Pexel
“Aham…”, respondi. “Bem, ele disse que ainda não está claro. Vamos descobrir durante o trabalho de parto.” Chegou o dia e, quando estávamos indo para a maternidade, meu marido chegou com duas malas cheias de coisas.
“Para que isso, John?”, perguntei. “Você achou que eu estava brincando? Se você tiver uma namorada, nunca mais vai pôr os pés nesta casa!”
Só Deus sabe o quanto eu estava assustada. Mal conseguia me concentrar no trabalho de parto. Havia outra mulher na enfermaria comigo e ela também daria à luz naquele dia. Eu podia ouvi-la e o marido conversando. “Quero ter uma menina”, disse ela.
Marido e mulher estavam felizes com o novo bebê, independentemente do sexo. | Fonte: Pexel
“Querida”, o marido olhou para ela, “não importa se é menino ou menina. O que importa é que vamos ser pais!”
Eu queria que o John fosse tão amoroso quanto esse homem. Ele amaria a filha como ela é, independentemente do gênero. Infelizmente, a minha realidade era diferente.
A enfermeira trocou os bebês depois que eu implorei. | Fonte: Pexel
A mulher deu à luz primeiro e era um menino. Eu senti que não tinha outras opções. Então, abordei uma das enfermeiras e pedi que ela conversasse em particular. Assinei um cheque de alguns milhares de dólares e implorei que ela trocasse os bebês!
Ela ficou um pouco hesitante no começo, mas viu meu desespero e provavelmente se sentiu mal por mim, então disse sim.
Enfermeira traz o bebê Jimmy para mim e meu marido. | Fonte: Unsplash
Quando ela chegou com o menino nos braços, pensei que tinha tomado a decisão certa. O casal ao meu lado estava feliz com a filhinha e meu marido estava feliz com o nosso menino. E ele estava realmente contente com o herdeiro.
Ele passava quase o dia inteiro brincando com Jimmy e, quando ficou um pouco mais velho, prometeu ao filho que lhe ensinaria tudo o que sabia.
Jimmy começou a se sentir tonto e cansado e só havia uma coisa que poderia salvá-lo. | Fonte: Pexel
Mas quando nosso filho cresceu, começou a reclamar de dor, tontura e fadiga extrema. Então, decidimos levá-lo ao médico. Descobrimos que ele estava doente e precisava de uma transfusão de sangue. No entanto, a transfusão precisava ser de um membro da família.
Nosso sangue não era compatível e meu marido descobriu que não era o pai, então achou que eu o estava traindo! Ele me expulsou de casa, junto com a Jessy, no momento mais difícil, e eu não sabia o que fazer.
Fui expulsa de casa enquanto meu filho estava doente e eu não sabia o que fazer. | Fonte: Unsplash
Se eu pedisse ajuda aos pais biológicos do meu filho, seria punida. Mas quando o médico me disse que não tinha muito tempo e que só uma transfusão de sangue poderia salvar Jimmy, eu não podia deixá-lo assim.
Engoli meu orgulho e fui atrás do Sr. e da Sra. Willard. Eles concordaram em ajudar meu filho, mas eu estava prestes a enfrentar as consequências. A Sra. Willard ficou muito agressiva e chorou quando me perguntou: “Como você pôde fazer isso?!” e ameaçou a mim e à minha família. Mas Jimmy pediu que não prestassem queixa e eles concordaram.
Jimmy foi hospitalizado enquanto aguardava transfusão. | Fonte: Pexel
Todos me viraram as costas. Minha filha Jessy e minha filha biológica, criada pelos Willards, disseram que eu era nojenta.
Todas as reações negativas? Claro, elas me fizeram sentir uma péssima mãe. Para ser sincera, eu não me importava naquele momento. A única coisa que importava para mim era salvar a vida do meu filho.
Jimmy me perdoou pelo que fiz. | Fonte: Unsplash
Meu amado filho Jimmy finalmente recebeu alta do hospital. Ele viu o quanto eu estava arrasada com toda aquela situação.
Ele veio até mim, segurou minha mão, enxugou minhas lágrimas e disse: “Mãe, eu não me importo com o que os outros dizem. Para mim, você é uma mãe maravilhosa. Você sabia que seria punida, mas mesmo assim agiu!” “Eu te amo, Jimmy! Você é meu filho e foi a melhor coisa que poderia ter me acontecido!”
Por fim, minha filha Jessy e até minha filha biológica, de quem me aproximei mais tarde, me perdoaram.
Meus filhos Jimmy e Jessy cozinhando juntos. | Fonte: Unsplash
Eles viam meu amor por Jimmy, apesar dos meus erros do passado. Eu sabia que ainda tinha muita coisa para consertar.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- A verdade sempre prevalece. As intenções de Chrissy eram as melhores, mas ela só conseguiu sustentar tal mentira por um tempo. O carma sempre encontra um jeito de fazer a verdade vir à tona.
- Defenda a sua verdade . Como John não queria uma filha, Chrissy deveria ter se defendido e defendido a filha. Um bom homem sempre amará sua filha, independentemente do gênero.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Ela pode inspirar outras pessoas a compartilharem suas próprias histórias ou a ajudarem outras pessoas.
My Husband Demanded a Third Child – After My Response, He Kicked Me Out, but I Turned the Tables on Him
When my husband, Eric, suggested having a third child, I knew something had to change. I wasn’t about to take on more responsibility while he lounged around like a king. After I told him exactly what I thought, he kicked me out — but not before I turned the tables on him.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you finally hit your breaking point? That was me when my husband demanded another baby as if I didn’t already have my hands full raising two kids practically alone.
What followed was a showdown I never saw coming.
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
My husband, Eric, and I have been married for 12 years. I’m 32, and he’s 43. We have two kids: our daughter, Lily, who’s ten, and our son, Brandon, who’s five.
Raising them has been my full-time job while I keep this house running.
I work part-time from home to help with the bills, but still handle everything. By everything, I mean cooking, cleaning, school drop-offs, laundry, bedtime routines, and more.
A woman working in the kitchen | Source: Pexels
Eric, on the other hand, believes his only job is to “provide.” And that’s where his involvement ends. He’s never changed a diaper, stayed up with a sick kid, or even packed a lunchbox.
It’s exhausting, but I love my kids.
I’ve accepted that I’m basically a single parent while Eric sits on the couch, watching sports or playing video games. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated.
A person holding a game controller | Source: Pexels
Last month, my best friend invited me out for coffee. It was the first time in weeks I had a chance to get out of the house for something fun.
“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.”
A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney
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.
A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney
“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?”
A woman arguing with her husband | Source: Midjourney
“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?
A woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney
A few days later, Eric started mentioning having another baby. At first, I thought he was joking. I mean, we could barely handle the two kids we already had.
But the more he brought it up, the more I realized he was serious.
The next time Eric brought up having a third child, it wasn’t just a passing comment. He was serious.
It started over dinner one night. I was cutting up Brandon’s chicken nuggets when Eric, casually scrolling on his phone, said, “You know, I’ve been thinking… we should have another baby.”
A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney
“Excuse me?” I said as I turned toward him.
He looked up. “A third kid. I think it’s time.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Eric, I barely manage with the two we already have. And you want to add another?”
His brow furrowed like I was the one being unreasonable. “What’s the big deal? We’ve already done it twice. You know how it works.”
A man looking at a woman | Source: Midjourney
“That’s exactly the point,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I know how it works. I’m the one who does all the work. I’m the one up at night. I’m the one running around like a lunatic, trying to keep everything together. You don’t help.”
Eric’s face darkened. “I provide for this family, Katie. That’s helping.”
“No, it’s not,” I snapped. “Being a parent is more than just bringing home a paycheck.”
A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney
Before Eric could respond, his mother, Brianna, who had stopped by earlier to “visit the kids” with her daughter, walked into the kitchen.
“Everything okay in here?” Brianna asked, her eyes darting between us.
Eric sighed dramatically. “Mom, she’s at it again.”
I rolled my eyes. “At what again?”
“She keeps telling me I don’t help with the kids.”
Brianna’s lips pursed as she took a seat. “Katie, sweetheart, you need to be careful. A man doesn’t like to feel criticized by his wife.”
An older woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
Criticized? I was fuming. “I’m not criticizing him. I’m asking him to be a parent. There’s a difference.”
But Brianna wasn’t hearing it. “Eric works hard to provide for this family. You should be grateful.”
Grateful. Right. For a man who thought fatherhood ended with conception.
“And you’re already blessed with two beautiful children,” Brianna continued. “Why wouldn’t you want another?”
She heard our conversation. Nice.
“Because I’m exhausted,” I said flatly. “I’m already doing everything by myself. Why would I want to make my life even harder?”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
That’s when Amber, Eric’s sister, chimed in, stepping into the kitchen like she owned the place. “Honestly, Katie, you sound a little spoiled. Mom raised both of us without complaining.”
“Right,” I said with a bitter laugh. “And I’m sure she never felt overwhelmed. She just kept quiet because no one would’ve cared if she did.”
Amber’s eyes narrowed. “Well, maybe you need to toughen up. Women have been doing this for centuries. It’s just what we do.”
A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
I turned to Eric. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so stuck in this outdated mindset where women are expected to handle everything. It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, Katie,” Eric shrugged. “Deal with it.”
I stared at him, feeling like I’d hit a wall. He wasn’t going to change. Neither was his mother or sister.
Later that night, after Brianna and Amber had left, Eric brought up the third child again. This time, his tone was more insistent.
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he said as we got ready for bed. “We’ve got a good life. I take care of you and the kids. We should have another.”
A man standing in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I turned to him, finally at my breaking point. “Eric, you don’t take care of me. Or the kids. You barely even know them.”
He just stared at me, his expression blank.
“You’re not the great dad you think you are,” I continued. “And I have zero interest in being a single mom to three kids. Two is hard enough.”
Eric’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
A doorknob | Source: Pexels
I heard his car start, and moments later, he was gone. Off to his mother’s house, no doubt.
The next morning, I was up early, sipping my coffee in silence. The kids were at my sister’s place. I’d called her the night before, knowing I needed someone to lean on.
I didn’t expect Eric to come back right away, but I wasn’t surprised when Brianna and Amber showed up instead.
They didn’t even knock.
A woman standing in her son’s house | Source: Midjourney
“Katie,” Brianna began, stepping into the kitchen. Amber followed, arms crossed and lips pursed. “We need to talk.”
I leaned against the counter, keeping my face calm. “I’m not sure what there is to talk about. Eric and I need to work things out ourselves.”
Amber scoffed. “That’s exactly what we’re here to help with.”
“I don’t need your help,” I said, my voice steady.
But Brianna wasn’t backing down. “Katie, dear, you’ve changed. You’re not the sweet girl my son married.”
An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney
That comment hit me harder than I expected.
For years, I’d been trying to live up to some version of myself they had in their heads. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I was a grown woman with responsibilities they couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
“You’re right,” I said, locking eyes with her. “I’m not that girl anymore. Eric married a teenager. Now, I’m a woman who knows her worth.”
Brianna’s face turned red. “Excuse me?”
A close-up shot of an older woman’s face | Source: Pexels
I crossed my arms. “You heard me. And honestly, if Eric has a problem with how I run my household, he should be here talking to me. Not sending you two to do it for him.”
Amber’s voice was sharp. “That’s not how family works. We support each other.”
“Really? Funny how that support only ever seems to go one way.”
At that, my sister walked in. She took one look at the scene and immediately sensed the tension. “Everything okay here?”
A woman in her sister’s house | Source: Midjourney
Brianna turned on her. “Who are you?”
“Her sister,” she replied with a sweet smile. “And you guys need to calm down. Otherwise, I can call the authorities.
Brianna’s face twisted with rage, and I braced myself for the onslaught of insults. Sure enough, she launched into a tirade about how I was “ruining” her son’s life, how I was a bad wife, and how my kids would grow up hating me.
But I didn’t flinch.
A woman standing in her kitchen, looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
They finally left a few minutes later, slamming the door behind them.
Later that day, Eric came home. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, and I could feel the tension as he stepped into the kitchen.
“So,” he began, his voice cold, “you insulted my mother and sister?”
I folded my arms. “I didn’t insult anyone. I told them they had no right to interfere in our marriage.”
Eric’s expression darkened. “You don’t love me. You don’t love the kids. You’ve changed.”
An upset man in his house | Source: Midjourney
“I haven’t changed, Eric. I’ve grown up. There’s a difference.”
Our argument spiraled, going in circles until he finally exploded.
“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded, pointing to the door. “I can’t live with you anymore.”
I was stunned, but I didn’t argue. I packed my bags and stood at the door, ready to leave. But before I stepped out, I turned to him one last time.
A woman standing in the doorway | Source: Midjourney
“The kids are staying here,” I said. “Whichever parent stays in this house will be responsible for them. They’re not going anywhere.”
“Wait… what?” he asked. “That’s not happening.”
“You heard me,” I said calmly. “You wanted me gone, fine. But the kids stay.”
Then, I walked out with my sister without listening to anything else Eric had to say.
He tried calling me later, but it was too late.
Ultimately, Eric refused to take custody of the kids, and I filed for divorce.
A person signing a paper | Source: Pexels
In the end, I kept the house, got full custody, and received substantial child support payments. I’m glad I stood up for myself before it was too late. Do you think I did the right thing? Or did I go too far?
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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