My Husband Demanded a Third Child – After My Response, He Kicked Me Out, but I Turned the Tables on Him

When my husband, Eric, suggested having a third child, I knew something had to change. I wasn't about to take on more responsibility while he lounged around like a king. After I told him exactly what I thought, he kicked me out — but not before I turned the tables on him.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you finally hit your breaking point? That was me when my husband demanded another baby as if I didn't already have my hands full raising two kids practically alone.

What followed was a showdown I never saw coming.

My husband, Eric, and I have been married for 12 years. I'm 32, and he's 43. We have two kids: our daughter, Lily, who's ten, and our son, Brandon, who's five.

Raising them has been my full-time job while I keep this house running.

I work part-time from home to help with the bills, but still handle everything. By everything, I mean cooking, cleaning, school drop-offs, laundry, bedtime routines, and more.

Eric, on the other hand, believes his only job is to "provide." And that's where his involvement ends. He's never changed a diaper, stayed up with a sick kid, or even packed a lunchbox.

It's exhausting, but I love my kids.

I've accepted that I'm basically a single parent while Eric sits on the couch, watching sports or playing video games. But that doesn't mean I don't get frustrated.

Last month, my best friend invited me out for coffee. It was the first time in weeks I had a chance to get out of the house for something fun.

"Eric, can you watch the kids for an hour?" I asked as I slipped on my shoes.

His eyes stayed glued to the TV. "I'm tired. I worked all week. Why don't you just take them with you?"

I sighed. "Because I want a break. It's just an hour. They'll be fine."

Eric rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote. "Katie, you're the mom. Moms don't get breaks. My mom never needed breaks. Neither did my sister."

My jaw clenched. "Oh, so Brianna and Amber never felt overwhelmed? They never needed a minute to themselves?"

"Exactly," he said smugly. "They managed just fine. You should, too."

That's when I lost it.

"Eric, your mom and sister probably felt exactly like I do! They just never said it out loud because they knew no one would listen."

Eric waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever. It's your job, Katie. You wanted kids. Now take care of them."

I wanted to scream.

"They're your kids, too!" I said. "When do you ever take care of them? When was the last time you helped Lily with her homework? Or played with Brandon? Or asked them how their day was?"

"I go to work to keep a roof over your head. That's enough."

"No, it's not!" I shot back. "Providing money isn't the same as being a parent. You're their father, Eric. They need you."

"Well, tough. I'm not changing how things are."

I stared at him, speechless. How did I end up married to someone so selfish?

A few days later, Eric started mentioning having another baby. At first, I thought he was joking. I mean, we could barely handle the two kids we already had.

But the more he brought it up, the more I realized he was serious.

The next time Eric brought up having a third child, it wasn't just a passing comment. He was serious.

It started over dinner one night. I was cutting up Brandon's chicken nuggets when Eric, casually scrolling on his phone, said, "You know, I've been thinking… we should have another baby."

"Excuse me?" I said as I turned toward him.

He looked up. "A third kid. I think it's time."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Eric, I barely manage with the two we already have. And you want to add another?"

His brow furrowed like I was the one being unreasonable. "What's the big deal? We've already done it twice. You know how it works."

"That's exactly the point," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I know how it works. I'm the one who does all the work. I'm the one up at night. I'm the one running around like a lunatic, trying to keep everything together. You don't help."

Eric's face darkened. "I provide for this family, Katie. That's helping."

"No, it's not," I snapped. "Being a parent is more than just bringing home a paycheck."

Before Eric could respond, his mother, Brianna, who had stopped by earlier to "visit the kids" with her daughter, walked into the kitchen.

"Everything okay in here?" Brianna asked, her eyes darting between us.

Eric sighed dramatically. "Mom, she's at it again."

I rolled my eyes. "At what again?"

"She keeps telling me I don't help with the kids."

Brianna's lips pursed as she took a seat. "Katie, sweetheart, you need to be careful. A man doesn't like to feel criticized by his wife."

Criticized? I was fuming. "I'm not criticizing him. I'm asking him to be a parent. There's a difference."

But Brianna wasn't hearing it. "Eric works hard to provide for this family. You should be grateful."

Grateful. Right. For a man who thought fatherhood ended with conception.

"And you're already blessed with two beautiful children," Brianna continued. "Why wouldn't you want another?"

She heard our conversation. Nice.

"Because I'm exhausted," I said flatly. "I'm already doing everything by myself. Why would I want to make my life even harder?"

That's when Amber, Eric's sister, chimed in, stepping into the kitchen like she owned the place. "Honestly, Katie, you sound a little spoiled. Mom raised both of us without complaining."

"Right," I said with a bitter laugh. "And I'm sure she never felt overwhelmed. She just kept quiet because no one would've cared if she did."

Amber's eyes narrowed. "Well, maybe you need to toughen up. Women have been doing this for centuries. It's just what we do."

I turned to Eric. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're so stuck in this outdated mindset where women are expected to handle everything. It's not fair."

"Life's not fair, Katie," Eric shrugged. "Deal with it."

I stared at him, feeling like I'd hit a wall. He wasn't going to change. Neither was his mother or sister.

Later that night, after Brianna and Amber had left, Eric brought up the third child again. This time, his tone was more insistent.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing," he said as we got ready for bed. "We've got a good life. I take care of you and the kids. We should have another."

I turned to him, finally at my breaking point. "Eric, you don't take care of me. Or the kids. You barely even know them."

He just stared at me, his expression blank.

"You're not the great dad you think you are," I continued. "And I have zero interest in being a single mom to three kids. Two is hard enough."

Eric's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I heard his car start, and moments later, he was gone. Off to his mother's house, no doubt.

The next morning, I was up early, sipping my coffee in silence. The kids were at my sister's place. I'd called her the night before, knowing I needed someone to lean on.

I didn't expect Eric to come back right away, but I wasn't surprised when Brianna and Amber showed up instead.

They didn't even knock.

"Katie," Brianna began, stepping into the kitchen. Amber followed, arms crossed and lips pursed. "We need to talk."

I leaned against the counter, keeping my face calm. "I'm not sure what there is to talk about. Eric and I need to work things out ourselves."

Amber scoffed. "That's exactly what we're here to help with."

"I don't need your help," I said, my voice steady.

But Brianna wasn't backing down. "Katie, dear, you've changed. You're not the sweet girl my son married."

That comment hit me harder than I expected.

For years, I'd been trying to live up to some version of myself they had in their heads. I wasn't that girl anymore. I was a grown woman with responsibilities they couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"You're right," I said, locking eyes with her. "I'm not that girl anymore. Eric married a teenager. Now, I'm a woman who knows her worth."

Brianna's face turned red. "Excuse me?"

I crossed my arms. "You heard me. And honestly, if Eric has a problem with how I run my household, he should be here talking to me. Not sending you two to do it for him."

Amber's voice was sharp. "That's not how family works. We support each other."

"Really? Funny how that support only ever seems to go one way."

At that, my sister walked in. She took one look at the scene and immediately sensed the tension. "Everything okay here?"

Brianna turned on her. "Who are you?"

"Her sister," she replied with a sweet smile. "And you guys need to calm down. Otherwise, I can call the authorities.

But I didn't flinch.

They finally left a few minutes later, slamming the door behind them.

Later that day, Eric came home. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, and I could feel the tension as he stepped into the kitchen.

"So," he began, his voice cold, "you insulted my mother and sister?"

I folded my arms. "I didn't insult anyone. I told them they had no right to interfere in our marriage."

Eric's expression darkened. "You don't love me. You don't love the kids. You've changed."

"I haven't changed, Eric. I've grown up. There's a difference."

Our argument spiraled, going in circles until he finally exploded.

"Pack your things and leave," he demanded, pointing to the door. "I can't live with you anymore."

I was stunned, but I didn't argue. I packed my bags and stood at the door, ready to leave. But before I stepped out, I turned to him one last time.

"The kids are staying here," I said. "Whichever parent stays in this house will be responsible for them. They're not going anywhere."

"Wait… what?" he asked. "That's not happening."

"You heard me," I said calmly. "You wanted me gone, fine. But the kids stay."

Then, I walked out with my sister without listening to anything else Eric had to say.

He tried calling me later, but it was too late.

Ultimately, Eric refused to take custody of the kids, and I filed for divorce.

In the end, I kept the house, got full custody, and received substantial child support payments. I'm glad I stood up for myself before it was too late. Do you think I did the right thing? Or did I go too far?

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