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I broke my arm and asked my husband to help me with our 5-month-old twins, but he refused, saying, “Moms don’t get sick days. You wanted kids, so you take care of them” — so I taught him a lesson he’d never forget……..

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I broke my arm and asked my husband to help me with our 5-month-old twins, but he refused, saying, "Moms don't get sick days. You wanted kids, so you take care of them" — so I taught him a lesson he'd never forget........
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nothing? I was completely stunned. But I’d had enough. It was time for Derek to LEARN HIS LESSON. So the next evening, when Derek came home from work, he went pale as a ghost. Oh yes, and that

was only THE BEGINNING. Before the night was over, he was shouting: “NO! HOW DARE YOU?”

The cast on Hope’s right arm made fastening her five-month-old son’s sleeper almost impossible. Luke was on the floor beside her, Miles was crying, and her tea had gone cold. When Derek walked into the nursery, he didn’t ask if she was okay. He asked what she’d made for dinner.

Hope reminded him she’d fractured her arm falling down the stairs. The doctor had warned her not to lift the twins with it. Derek glanced at the cast and sighed. He’d worked ten hours and didn’t want to come home to “another shift.” Hope explained that she needed temporary help with baths, bottles, laundry, and nighttime wake-ups.

Instead, Derek looked at his injured wife and said, “Moms don’t get sick days.” Hope stared at him. She had spent months caring for their children, managing their home, and doing everything without a paycheck. Now, when she physically couldn’t do it safely, he treated her recovery like an inconvenience.

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