At seven months pregnant and completely exhausted, I asked my husband if I could start maternity leave early. Instead of supporting me, he mansplained pregnancy and called me lazy—saying women work through pregnancy all the time and he wouldn’t “pick up the slack.” I didn’t argue. I smiled… and planned my revenge. For a week, I became Superwoman—doing all the chores, cooking elaborate meals, and working full-time. Doug praised my “new energy,”

completely clueless. Then came Friday. I arranged a surprise: a full-day fatherhood simulation, complete with a parenting coach and my friend’s screaming twins. While I “went to the doctor,” Doug got ambushed by diapers, spit-up, and chaos. By the time I got home,