On the day he left, I secretly packed up Lily’s things and left a note saying we were on vacation, too. I turned off my phone and drove to my mom’s house for some peace. Keith, thinking everything was fine, soon realized the chaos at home. His frantic texts started pouring in, asking why the fridge was empty, bills were overdue, and his clothes were missing.After a few days, I responded with a simple text, “Since I don’t work,

I figured you wouldn’t mind handling things while I took a break, too.” Keith quickly begged me to return. When I came back, he looked like a mess, admitting his mistake. I handed him a chore list, and we agreed to split the responsibilities. I even booked a spa day for myself, while Keith got a taste of staying home with Lily.Keith apologized profusely, and I made it clear that if he ever suggested my job wasn’t work again, I’d take more than just the diapers next time. Lesson learned.