“Can you get back to your duties now?” he said without even greeting me. “I’m hungry. And your child won’t stop screaming.”

YOUR child. Not “our.”

He didn’t ask how I felt. He didn’t ask what had happened. He was just waiting for me to start serving him again.

And that’s when my patience snapped — and I did something I don’t regret for a single moment. 😲😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

I slowly sat up, looked him straight in the eyes, and said:

“No. I can’t. And I won’t.”

He frowned, as if he didn’t understand.

I continued:

“I’m filing for divorce. And the court will decide that we must share all responsibilities. A few days each week, the baby will live with you. Yes, you’ll finally learn what it’s like to change diapers at night and listen to nonstop crying.”