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When my husband, Eric, suggested we have a third child, I knew something had to change. Raising two kids while working and managing everything at home was already exhausting, and Eric hardly helped at all beyond earning his paycheck. I wasn’t about to take on more responsibility while he lounged around like it was his right. I was at my breaking point, and when I finally spoke up about it, things quickly spiraled out of control. Eric and I had been married for 12 years, and I had reached the