While on maternity leave, I juggle diapers, dishes, and exhaustion — only for my husband, Trey, to scoff at the mess and call me lazy for buying a robot vacuum. He thinks I do nothing all day. He has no idea what I have in store for him.
The baby monitor crackles to life at 3:28 a.m., a sound that has become more reliable than any alarm clock I’ve ever owned.
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Darkness still clings to the edges of the room, but my world has long since stopped operating on normal schedules.
Averaging more than four hours of sleep at a time is a distant memory, a luxury I can barely recall.
I lift Sean from his crib, his tiny fingers already reaching for me with an urgency that both breaks and fills my heart. His soft whimpers quickly escalate into full-blown hunger cries.
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The nursing chair has become my command center, my battlefield, my moment of both connection and exhaustion.
Before Sean, I was a marketing executive who could juggle client presentations, strategic planning, and home management with surgical precision.
Now, my world has shrunk to this house, this routine of diapers, feedings, and an ongoing war to maintain myself and my home. The contrast is jarring.
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These days, I measure success by how long the baby naps and whether I remember to eat lunch.
Trey, my husband, doesn’t understand. How could he? He leaves every morning, dressed in crisp shirts that haven’t been stretched or stained, hair perfectly styled, briefcase in hand.
He enters a world of adult conversations, of problems that can be solved with a meeting, a spreadsheet, or a strategic email.
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By the time Trey gets home, the house looks like a disaster that would make Marie Kondo shiver.
Dishes tower in the sink, and laundry spills onto the floor. The crumbs and spills I haven’t wiped up on the kitchen counter form a map of some unknown land. The dust bunnies in the living room are on the verge of forming their own civilization.
The chaos is breathtaking — and completely avoidable, if only a certain someone else ever lifted a finger.
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Trey’s reaction is predictable.
“Wow,” he says, dropping his briefcase with a heavy sigh. “It looks like a tornado hit.”
The words slice through me.
I’m folding tiny onesies and booties that seem to multiply faster than rabbits, my back aching, and my hair (which hasn’t seen a proper brush in days) tucked behind my ears.
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“I’ve been a bit busy,” I say, holding back tears.
I may be done with baby hormones, but I never fully realized why sleep deprivation is considered torture until Sean came along.
I foolishly ignored the advice to nap when the baby naps for the first month after Sean was born, so I could keep up with the mess. Because if I didn’t do it, who would?
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So instead of resting, I scrubbed poop stains out of changing mats, folded onesies, wiped down counters, and tried to keep some sense of order.
And now? My body feels like it’s running on fumes, my eyelids burn, and some days, I swear I can hear smells.
Trey kicks off his shoes, changes his clothes, and flops onto the couch, transforming effortlessly from a professional to a man claiming his kingdom.
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“You could help, you know,” I say. “Maybe tackle the dishes, do a load of laundry…”
Trey looks at me like I’m mad.
“Why? You don’t work like I do. What else do you do all day besides housework? Don’t ask me for help — I’M tired.”
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“Trey, I’m caring for our son, and it’s very demanding. Even work wasn’t this stressful.”
He pulls a face like I just told him the sky is green. “Caring for our son, who basically just eats and sleeps, is stressful?”
“It’s not that simple. Sometimes I have to walk laps around the house just to get him to stop crying—”
“Right, but you’re still home,” he says, frowning.
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“You could throw in a load of laundry while you’re at it,” he adds.
My stomach clenches. “I do laundry, Trey. But then Sean wakes up and needs me, or he spits up on me, or I realize I haven’t eaten, and suddenly, it’s 3 p.m. and I haven’t even sat down—”
“Okay, but if you planned your time better…” He trailed off, nodding at the dishes in the sink. “You could clean up as you go instead of letting everything pile up.”
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My grip tightens around the onesie in my hand. He still doesn’t get it. He doesn’t even want to get it.
“You should be grateful, you know. You’re practically on vacation. I wish I could just hang out at home in my pajamas all day,” he mutters, scrolling through his phone.
Something inside me begins to boil. Not a sudden eruption, but a slow, steady heat that’s been building for months.
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Before Sean, our division of labor was manageable. Not equal, but workable. Trey would occasionally do a load of laundry, cook when he felt like it, and handle the dishes sometimes.
I managed most of the housework, but it still felt collaborative. Now, I’m invisible. A ghost in my own home, existing solely to serve.
When my parents give me birthday money, I make a strategic decision.
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I bought a robot vacuum. I was so relieved to have something to help me, even if all it did was prevent me from drowning in crushed Cheerios and pet hair, that I cried when I opened it. I even considered naming it.
Trey’s reaction was explosive.
“A robot vacuum? Really?” he snaps. His face contorts with a mixture of disbelief and anger. “That’s so lazy, and wasteful. We’re supposed to be saving for vacation with my family, not buying toys for moms who don’t want to clean.”
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I feel like I’ve been slapped. Don’t want to clean? I’m drowning in cleaning. Cleaning and motherhood are my entire existence.
I stare at him as he rants on about the vacuum, and how foolish I was to buy something like that with a no-returns policy.
But I don’t argue or defend myself, because why bother? He’s already proven he won’t listen.
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I don’t even feel the urge to cry. Instead, I smile.
Something inside me cracks at that moment. Exhaustion has worn me down to my last nub of sanity, and I decide then that my husband needs to learn a lesson.
The next morning, Trey’s phone vanishes.
When he asks about it, I offer sweet, calculated innocence.
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“People used to send letters,” I say. “Let’s stop being wasteful with all these electronics.”
Three days of mounting frustration follow. He searches everywhere, becoming increasingly agitated.
By the end of day three, he’s snapping at shadows, muttering about responsibility and communication.
Just as he adjusts to a phoneless life, his car keys disappear.
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He has work. Panic sets in, so he borrows my phone and orders an Uber. I cancel it.
“People used to walk five miles to work,” I remind him, my voice dripping with the same condescension he’s used on me for months. “You should embrace a simpler lifestyle.”
“But I’m going to be late—!” he stammers. “This isn’t funny!”
“Don’t be so lazy, Trey,” I echo, throwing his own words back at him like weapons.
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He storms out, fuming, and walks the mile and a half to his office.
I can’t help but feel a small, vindictive satisfaction, but I’m far from done. He thinks I do nothing all day? Fine. Let him see what it looks like when I really do nothing all day.
From that day, all I did was take care of Sean. By the end of the week, the house is a war zone of domestic chaos.
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“Babe… what happened to the laundry? I have no clean shirts, and why is the fridge empty?” he asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
I look up from feeding Sean, serene and unbothered. “Oh, it’s because I’m just so lazy and don’t want to clean, do nothing all day, can’t plan my time… did I miss anything?”
He’s smart enough not to answer.
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The next day, Trey comes home with wilted gas station roses, looking like someone who has been through battle, which, in a way, he has.
“You were right,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how hard you’ve been working.”
“No, you really don’t.” I hand him a detailed two-page schedule documenting everything I do in a single day. From 5:00 a.m. baby feeds to potential midnight wake-ups, every minute is accounted for.
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He reads in silence, his face a canvas of growing understanding and horror.
“I’m exhausted just reading this,” he whispers.
“Welcome to my life,” I respond.
Luckily, things are starting to improve after that, but we soon realize understanding isn’t enough.
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We start therapy, and Trey begins to truly participate, learning what it means to be an equal partner.
And the robot vacuum? It stays. A small, mechanical trophy of my silent rebellion.
Motherhood isn’t a vacation. It’s a full-time job with overtime, no sick days, and the most demanding boss imaginable: a tiny human who depends on you for absolutely everything.
New Father Kicks Wife With Newborn Twins onto the Streets, Years Later He Begs Her for Help – Story of the Day
A minted father who is unwilling to spend money to raise his newborn twins asks his wife to give up one baby for adoption. He kicks her out with the babies when she refuses and knocks on her door for help five years later.
It was a cold, rainy night, and Angie cradled her newborn babies at the bus stop. “Where will we go? Jesus, please help us. Shelter us as we wait out this rough night,” she cried, wiping warm tear droplets off her babies’ faces. Angie had nowhere to go, and her parents had died long back.
Suddenly, she sensed something creeping behind her and was terrified. Angie mustered the courage to protect her babies from whatever it was. “It’s a dog!” she sighed.
Angie never imagined her life would turn topsy-turvy overnight. She never thought her husband Jake, who she trusted and loved throughout their marriage, would kick her out with their babies just a week after their birth…
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“How I wish my mom were with me today…Sorry, mama, I should’ve listened to you and not rushed with my marriage with Jake,” sobbed Angie, thinking about her late mom.
“You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear.”
Angie met Jake after graduation five years ago. He was a young, handsome man, and she thought he was the one. They fell for each other in what would turn into a fairytale love story, but with one exception—there was no ‘happily ever after’ in Angie’s case.
Problems sparked in the fourth year of their marriage when she told Jake she was pregnant.
“But darling, you know I’ve just started my business. We have postponed baby planning all these years, and I am not ready to be a father yet,” Jake was upset when Angie showed him the two pink lines on her pregnancy test kit.
Jake’s reluctance to be a father showed he was unprepared for responsibilities. Poor Angie was torn between his disapproval of having children and her desire to have as many as possible. But was Jake prepared to know Angie was pregnant with twins?
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“I am okay with having a baby…you get it? I mean, one baby is enough,” said Jake as Angie walked into the ward for scanning. “I pray that you don’t come out and tell me we are having twins,” he joked, his mouth curved into an ironic smile. Moments later, fate joked back at him.
Angie came out, distressed and worried. She was pale while she was supposed to be blushing and smiling.
“What is it?” he asked her, impatient for her reply. “What did the doctor say?”
Angie swallowed her fear and spoke out, partly guessing Jake’s reaction. “Our babies are fine,” she said.
“Alright…wait, what…babies?” he exclaimed.
The scan Angie took minutes ago gave her a glimpse at two tiny lives growing inside her. She was pregnant with twins, and Jake was not happy about that.
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Jake stormed to his car as Angie read his mind and pictured his frustrations. She was nervous and thought he had joked about having only one baby. But his reactions proved otherwise.
Jake grew distant from Angie day by day and focused only on making more money. She knew he was upset about having twins and assumed he would cool down with time. But it only worsened during her third trimester.
Angie was in the hospital, waiting for Jake to see their newborn twin baby girls. But he never showed up. He sent his maid and driver three days later to bring Angie and their babies home.
Jake did not want to get involved with his babies. He didn’t even welcome them home or hold them. He was unhappy and unprepared to be their father.
Angie returned home with her newborns that evening, knowing little about Jake’s condition. “We keep only one child and give the other up for adoption. If you are okay with it, we are a family. If not, you can leave the house with them,” he told Angie.
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At first, Angie thought Jake was kidding. He dragged her suitcase to the living room and placed it in front of her, indicating he was serious.
“I’m not ready to raise two children and burn a hole in my pocket. My business is fetching a lot of profits, and I need to focus on making more money…I don’t want to waste my time and wealth on raising two babies when I can easily raise just one,” he explained.
Angie was devastated. “They are our babies, Jake. How could you ask a mother to give up her baby? Are you out of your mind? Both my babies are our symbol of love,” she cried. But Jake was stubborn.
“My business has just started to flourish, and I don’t have the time to focus on family. I don’t want to waste my hard-earned money on two babies. You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear,” he said, despite knowing Angie had nowhere to go.
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The poor mother’s choice was obvious. She took her suitcase and left the house with the babies. Jake’s greed for his newfound riches blinded his devotion to family. He failed as a husband and a father. But it didn’t matter to him.
Angie snapped to her present and found herself still deserted at the bus stop, cradling her babies. “Where will I go? Please help me, Jesus,” she cried and was disrupted by an intense beam of light rays.
“Hello there, are you alright? It’s raining heavily. Would you like a ride, my dear?” an older woman called out to her from a taxi. Angie looked up and saw a nun. She wrapped her babies in her jacket and approached the car.
“Oh my, how adorable your babies are!” exclaimed the nun. “Get in. I’ll drop you. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, Sister,” said Angie. “My path is dark, and I am lost. I don’t know which way to go. My babies and I were abandoned by someone dear to us.”
The nun understood Angie’s misery and immediately took her to the convent.
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Angie and her daughters, Sophie and Marley, found a safe shelter to wait out the rough days of their lives. Angie taught in the school administered by the church. She also worked part-time in a restaurant, and two years later, she saved a good chunk of money to start her café.
Gradually, Angie was able to give her daughters a better life, though it could’ve been much better had their father been involved. Moreover, Angie did not regret her decision not wanting to divorce Jake. Deep in her heart, she hoped he would realize his mistake and come for them someday.
Five years passed, and Angie now had her own house. It was quite small yet comfortable. She spent the best years watching Sophia and Marley grow up.
There were times when Angie used to struggle without enough profits in business, but her faith and determination motivated her. She launched two more coffee shops in town, and gradually, her fortune grew. But in the other part of town, Jake’s business tanked.
He was drowned in debt, and everybody he sought financial help from refused to support him at the last minute. Jake knew how rich Angie was now and thought only she could help him.
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“Hey, how are you?” Angie answered the door one day when she least expected to see Jake at the doorstep. “Come in!”
Jake vaguely smiled and immediately apologized to Angie. “Darling, I’m so sorry for abandoning you. My greed to earn more money cost me big. I am bankrupt, and it’s the best punishment I deserve for kicking you out with our babies. Please forgive me, and please help me.”
Angie now understood why Jake had come. She had learned about his loss in business but never thought he would visit her and apologize, let alone ask for help.
Jake saw a photo of Angie with their daughters and cried. “I’m sorry, sweethearts. Please forgive your daddy,” he said. Angie’s heart melted, and though she knew Jake had come crawling for help, she was willing to do it because she still loved him.
“But darling, I will not be able to repay such a huge amount of money. I will need time. I was such a cruel husband and a heartless father. Are you sure you want to help me?” he sobbed when Angie gave him a check worth the money he wanted.
“The night you kicked me out, I learned what greed is and how it can ruin relationships. And today, I learned what forgiveness is. What are we going to achieve by holding onto our past grudges? Nothing! Everyone makes mistakes, but as humans, we must learn to forgive one another,” said Angie.
Jake realized his mistake and promised to take Angie and their kids back once he sorted his business issues. He wanted to be a good father to his children and compensate for the heartbreak Angie endured all these years.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Do not walk past the needy. When the nun saw Angie and her newborn babies stranded at the bus stop on a rainy night, she offered them a ride. She took them to the convent and offered shelter after learning of the mother’s misery.
- One of the best attributes of humans is our ability to forgive. Despite being wronged by Jake, Angie forgave him and helped him financially when he came to her and apologized.
A woman in labor with her second child gets a call and learns her older son she neglected throughout his life has died an hour before. Click here to read the full story.
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