The moment Eric floated the idea of having a third baby, something inside me snapped. I was already carrying the weight of two children almost entirely by myself—waking up every night to calm Brandon’s nightmares, helping Lily with her homework between loads of laundry, and somehow keeping everything running. Meanwhile, he sat on the couch, controller in hand, acting like bringing home a paycheck was the extent of his parental responsibilities. The thought of adding another child felt like a cruel punchline.
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