My husband Danny, a devoted father and successful businessman, recently demanded a sixth child, specifically a son to “carry on the family name.” Despite having five beautiful daughters, his demand turned into a threat of divorce. “Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he insisted one night. When I questioned his demand, he responded coldly, “But aren’t children a blessing to you? Is it really that hard?” This ultimatum left me sleepless and determined to teach him a lesson.
The next day, I packed a bag and left for my late mother’s house, ignoring Danny’s calls and texts. I watched through our home’s surveillance cameras as he struggled with our five daughters. “Where’s your mother?” he asked in frustration. Breakfast was a disaster, with burnt toast and spilled juice. “Emma, stop running! Jessica, put your shoes on!” he shouted. The chaos continued all day, culminating in Danny sending desperate messages: “My angel, please, I can’t do this alone.”
After two days, I returned home. Danny, overwhelmed and apologetic, promised, “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore.” From that day, he became more involved with our family, helping with homework and bedtime duties. One morning, he said, “Maybe it’s not about having a son. Perhaps it’s about cherishing the family we have.” Our family grew closer, and our home filled with joy and laughter. Danny became the father our daughters adored, attending their events and spending quality time with them. As we watched our daughters play, Danny thanked me, and I knew we had found our happily ever after.
