When my husband, Silas, gave me an ultimatum that shook our marriage, he had no idea I was about to teach him one unforgettable lesson — one that would change how he saw our family forever.
Silas had always been a devoted father and a hardworking provider. We had five beautiful daughters, and I felt blessed every day. But lately, his obsession with having a son to “carry on the family name” had turned from a dream into a demand.
One evening after dinner, he said firmly, “Vera, we NEED to have a sixth child.”
I stared at him, shocked. “Silas, we already have five daughters. You want me to keep having babies until we get a boy?”
He frowned. “Isn’t motherhood your joy? Don’t you want a son too?”
His tone cut deep. We’d argued about this before, but that night, it felt different — colder. Then came the words that broke my heart: if I didn’t agree, he might consider leaving.
That night, I lay awake thinking about all we’d built together — our home, our laughter, our daughters. How could he not see how perfect our life already was? That’s when I decided to teach him what he clearly didn’t understand — just how much it takes to raise five children.
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