My husband Danny shocked me with an ultimatum: “Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child.” Despite already having five daughters, he insisted, threatening divorce if I didn’t comply. Feeling dismissed, I left for my late mother’s country house, ignoring his calls.
From there, I watched as Danny struggled with our daughters on surveillance cameras. By the second day, his messages turned desperate, begging me to return. When I did, he was apologetic and promised not to pressure me anymore.
Danny transformed after that. He became deeply involved, attending school events, helping with homework, and learning to braid hair. Our family thrived with his newfound dedication. He never brought up having another child again, and our daughters flourished under his love.
Danny reflected on our ordeal, admitting, “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore.” He pledged to prioritize family time, and our lives became filled with joy and laughter.