I Broke My Arm and Asked My Husband to Help with Our 5-Month-Old Twins, but He Said, 'Moms Don't Get Sick Days' – So I Taught Him a Lesson He'd Never Forget

"Where are you going?"

"Mom's."

"With Luke and Miles?"

His face changed.

"For how long?"

"I don't know."

"Hope, you can't just walk out."

"I asked you to help me stay."

I didn't wait for another argument.

I got in the car.

***

At Mom's, Luke fell asleep against her chest while Miles kicked beside me on the couch.

My phone rang.

"Bring them home," Derek said.

"I'm their father."

"Then start acting like one."

He went silent.

Then his voice sharpened.

"Do you know what this makes me look like?"

There it was.

Not "Are you okay?"

Not "Is your arm worse?"