I’m 30, newly a mom to a 9-week-old baby girl, Lila. She’s beautiful—but also a handful. She rarely sleeps, hates being put down, and clings to me constantly. I’m on unpaid maternity leave, juggling the baby, housework, and two shedding cats with zero support.
My husband Mason, 34, works in finance. He used to be sweet, but lately, he barely notices me. He hands Lila back after five seconds, says she’s “fussy,” and goes back to his Xbox. When the vacuum broke, he told me to just use a broom like his mom did raising five kids.
That was my breaking point.
So, I broke the broom. Then I brought it—and our screaming baby—to his office and dropped it on the conference table mid-meeting. I calmly asked if he wanted me to keep sweeping the carpet by hand or finally buy a vacuum.
He was furious. Said I embarrassed him in front of his boss. I reminded him I was just following his advice.
Later, he apologized and said he’d buy the vacuum. I told him I already used his card.
The next day, he came home quiet. He talked to HR about our “adjustment” at home. I told him to decide: be a partner and father, or just a roommate with guilt.
After that, things changed. The yacht trip got “rescheduled.” He vacuumed, changed diapers, took night shifts, and gave me a break.
And the broken broom? Still there, just in case he needs a reminder.
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