I left my job to care for our newborn twins because Carl and I had agreed it made sense. But when he treated one baby like an extra expense, I realized love was not the problem. Respect was. So I agreed to go back to work, but only after one condition.AdvertisementThat morning, I had been awake since 3:12 a.m. with Abby on my chest and Talia kicking my thigh like she had a tiny grudge against sleep.By seven, I was writing our grocery list on the back of a pediatrician handout.Diapers.Wipes, unscented.Formula.Diaper rash cream.Coffee.I underlined coffee twice.Carl walked in buttoning his shirt, clean and rested. “Do we really need all that?”I had been awake since 3:12 a.m. with Abby on my chest.AdvertisementI looked at the list.“Unless you taught the girls to stop drinking and using diapers overnight, yes.”He frowned. “You always joke when I talk about money.”“No. I joke when I’m trying not to scream into the sink.”Abby squeaked. Talia answered with a full-body grunt.
My Husband Refused to Pay for Diapers for Our Newborn Babies, Saying I Should Go Back to Work – I Agreed, but on One Condition
