When my husband gave me a scary ultimatum, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. The lesson I taught him showed how unreasonable he was being when we already had so much to be grateful for. His ultimatum ended with him begging ME for mercy!
My husband, Danny, always wanted a son “to carry on the family name.” One night, he said, “Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” hinting at divorce if I refused. I decided to show him what raising five children alone was like.
The next day, I left early and stayed at my late mother’s old country house, watching Danny struggle through the surveillance cameras. Breakfast was a disaster, and he couldn’t manage the children’s demands. “Emma, stop running! Jessica, put your shoes on!” he shouted, overwhelmed.
Throughout the day, the chaos grew, and by evening, he was begging me to come back. “My angel, please, I can’t do this alone,” he texted. I returned home, and he promised, “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore.”
From then on, Danny became more involved, attending school events, helping with homework, and even learning to braid hair. One morning, he said, “Maybe it’s not about having a son. Perhaps it’s about cherishing the family we have.”
Our lives changed for the better. Our daughters flourished under his attention, and we found our true happiness, ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way.
