When my husband, Danny, gave me an ultimatum—have another baby until we got a son or risk losing him—I knew I had to teach him a lesson. We already had five amazing daughters, but his obsession with a boy blinded him to the family we’d built.
The next morning, I packed a bag and left him alone with the kids. From my mother’s cottage, I watched through our security cameras as chaos unfolded—burnt toast, tantrums, homework battles, and five little girls dressing him up in tiaras. By the second day, he was begging me to come home, sending tearful apologies and promising to change.
When I returned, he clung to me, swearing never to pressure me again. True to his word, he became a new man—coming home early, helping with bedtime, learning to braid hair, and cherishing the daughters he once overlooked.
In the end, Danny realized it was never about having a son—it was about valuing the family we already had. And in teaching him that lesson, I saved our marriage and gave our girls the father they deserved.