My husband embarrassed me on Instagram and called me a “lazy wife” — so I planned a dinner he would never forget.
My name is Nicola. One month ago, I gave birth to triplet girls. I imagined flowers when I came home.
Maybe balloons. Maybe a warm meal. Maybe even a husband excited to meet his daughters.
Instead, Sam stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. He barely looked at the babies.
“You could’ve come home sooner,” he muttered. “This apartment is a disaster.”
When I stepped into the living room, I stopped cold. Dirty dishes covered nearly every surface.
Old food sat untouched on the coffee table. Crumbs were ground deep into the carpet.
Laundry was piled everywhere like nobody had cleaned in weeks. “Sam…” I said slowly.
“What happened here?” He shrugged from the couch without even standing up.
“Well, someone had to clean while you were gone.” I stared at him in disbelief.
Before I could answer, one of the babies started crying from the bedroom.
I picked her up, rocking her gently while exhaustion pressed against my chest so heavily I thought I might break.
Then my phone buzzed. Sam had uploaded a new Instagram post. It was a picture of our messy apartment.
Caption:“Anybody know when my wife plans to start cleaning again?” My stomach dropped.
The comments were worse. Strangers laughing. Mocking me. Calling me lazy without knowing I had just spent weeks recovering while caring for three newborns.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I fed the girls.
Changed them. Put all three babies to sleep one by one. Then I walked back into the living room.
Sam barely looked up from his phone when I wrapped my arms around him gently.
