When my husband, Danny, issued a harsh ultimatum, he never expected me to stand firm. His unreasonable demand showed him how much we already had to be grateful for. Ultimately, his ultimatum ended with him begging me for forgiveness.
Danny, a successful businessman and devoted father, had always wanted a son to carry on the family name. Despite having five beautiful daughters, his dream turned into a demand. “Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he declared one night, his tone cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. You want me to keep having babies until we get a son?” I replied, tension rising.
Our argument escalated until he hinted at divorce if I didn’t comply. That night, I lay awake, pondering his dismissive attitude towards our family. The next morning, I packed a bag and left for my late mother’s country house, ignoring his calls and texts.
From there, I watched through our home’s surveillance cameras as Danny struggled alone with our daughters. Breakfast was a disaster, the house a mess, and he was overwhelmed. By the second day, his messages turned desperate, begging me to return.
When I came home, Danny was relieved and apologetic. “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore,” he vowed. He promised to spend more time with the family and help out more.
From that day, Danny became more involved, appreciating the effort of raising our children. He attended school events, helped with homework, and even learned to braid hair. Our lives improved, filled with joy and laughter. Danny never brought up having another child again. Our daughters thrived under his newfound attention and love, and we found true happiness together.
