My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson

That’s when I hatched my plan.

I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.

I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.

“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.

He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.

“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”

He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.

By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.

He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.

“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.

“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.

He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”

One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.

“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”