The first thing my husband said after I gave birth to triplets wasn’t “Welcome home.” It was: “You could’ve given birth faster.” He blamed me for the disgusting mess he’d been living in — and posted it on Instagram to humiliate me. So I used his little post to plan a night he’d never forget!
My name is Nicola, and I need to tell you about the worst homecoming of my life.
A month ago, I gave birth to triplets. Three beautiful girls.
The delivery was brutal.
I’m talking hours of labor, complications, an emergency C-section, and a hospital stay that felt like a year.
But we made it.
The day the babies and I came home felt like a triumph.
I expected balloons, maybe, or a box of chocolates.
You know what I got instead?
My husband, Sam, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Finally, you’re home! You could’ve given birth faster.
The apartment has gotten filthy.”
I stood there, holding two car seats while balancing the third on my hip, and I swear I thought I’d misheard him.
But no.
He didn’t even glance at our daughters. He just turned around and walked back to the couch, eyes glued to his phone.
I hobbled inside, juggling the babies, and oh my God!
The smell hit me first — the same smell you encounter when you walk past a dumpster.
I hurried to the nursery and placed the triplets in their cribs.
It took forever because they all decided to fuss at different intervals, but I eventually settled them.
When I finally got them quiet and walked into the living room, I froze.
Everything was everywhere.
Plates crusted over with dried food (and flies) were on the table, the couch, and the floor. There were crumbs ground into the carpet.
A hill of empty takeout containers had formed in front of the TV.
And there, on the coffee table, was used toilet paper.
I was stunned.
More than that, actually, I was furious, and I had absolutely no idea what was happening.
“Sam!” I shouted.
“What?” he asked from the couch, all lazy and bored, like he genuinely didn’t understand why I might be upset.
Sam lifted a dirty T-shirt lying next to him with two fingertips and shrugged.
“This is all the mess you made,” he said. “I told you, you should’ve come back sooner, because nobody’s been cleaning the apartment.”
The nerve of him!
I was speechless.
I took a deep breath to respond, but one of the girls started crying in the bedroom.
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