I decided not to explode. Instead, I teamed up with his mom to teach him a much-needed lesson. She “got sick” and had to stop helping immediately, leaving Daniel to truly experience solo parenting.Day one: chaos. Toys everywhere, the baby screaming, nothing cooked. Day two: disaster. Missed naps, stained clothes, and a broken dishwasher. Day three: total breakdown. Daniel called me sobbing in the middle of the day, overwhelmed and utterly defeated. It was then he finally admitted everything — he hated his job, felt stuck, and used parenting as an escape without realizing how much work it actually was. The lies had spiraled,
and now he was drowning in the truth. That brutal crash course in diapers, dishes, and desperation humbled him — fast. In the end, though, it brought us closer. We had real conversations, rebuilt trust, and created a new rhythm that actually worked for both of us. No more pretending, no more secrets — just honest teamwork, shared respect, and the hilarious memory of those two days that almost broke him.