{"id":101630,"date":"2025-02-21T00:36:43","date_gmt":"2025-02-20T17:36:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cutiething.com\/?p=24126"},"modified":"2025-02-21T00:52:13","modified_gmt":"2025-02-20T17:52:13","slug":"go-to-work-my-husband-said-to-me-right-after-i-gave-birth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/go-to-work-my-husband-said-to-me-right-after-i-gave-birth\/","title":{"rendered":"“Go to Work,” My Husband Said to Me Right After I Gave Birth"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Go to work! How long do you plan to rely on me? I work tirelessly every day while you stay home and rest!”\n

“And don\u2019t say you\u2019re taking care of the kids! Your mom helps, and our oldest will start school soon\u2014you don\u2019t need to watch him all the time. It\u2019s time for you to find a job and end your maternity leave.”\n

For illustration purposes only.\n
I met Dima when I was twenty, and he was twenty-five. He had graduated with a promising career in the gas industry and a stable job with growth potential. I was in my fourth year of university, studying to become a civil servant.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
We first met at a lively party through mutual friends. While others enjoyed the event, I sat quietly, not fond of large gatherings but there at a friend\u2019s invitation.\n
“Why aren\u2019t you joining in the fun?” a young man approached me. “We don\u2019t do boring here. My name is Dima, and you?”\n
“I\u2019m Liza,” I replied. “I\u2019m not bored; I just don\u2019t enjoy noisy parties much.”\n
“Honestly, I don\u2019t either,” Dima admitted. “But I needed a break from work. How about we step outside for a walk?”\n
I agreed, and we spent a wonderful evening together\u2014walking through the city, eating ice cream, listening to street musicians, and talking for hours.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
Dima continued to reach out, inviting me to movies, caf\u00e9s, and strolls. One day, he surprised me with an invitation to a family gathering. I hesitated.\n
“Maybe you should go without me? Your whole family will be there, and I don\u2019t know anyone.”\n
“Nonsense,” Dima reassured me. “I\u2019ve wanted to introduce you to my parents for a while now. They keep wondering where I disappear to.”\n
Despite my initial reservations, I enjoyed the evening. Dima\u2019s mother, Margarita, stayed by my side, helping me feel comfortable. By the end of the night, I was dancing with Dima\u2019s father and enjoying the celebration.\n
Before long, we were a couple, and a year later, we got married. We moved into Dima\u2019s two-bedroom apartment, a gift from his parents after graduation. After renting it out for a few years, we renovated it and moved in together.\n
Six months later, I became pregnant, and we eagerly prepared for our first child. That summer, I received my diploma and soon gave birth to our son, Roma.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
Our life settled into a routine\u2014Dima was promoted to department head, increasing his salary, while I stayed home to care for our son. I enrolled Roma in sports and English classes, managed household chores, and ensured everything was in order.\n
Five years later, I became pregnant again, something we had been planning. We were excited about welcoming another child into our family.\n
One day, Dima came home with unexpected news.\n
“Honey, I have to go on a long business trip\u2014six months, maybe even a year.”\n
“What? But the baby is coming soon! How can you leave now?” I was shocked.\n
“I don\u2019t want to leave, but I have no choice. I\u2019ve been assigned to set up a new branch up north. The pay will be better, and this could lead to a big promotion.”\n
Though disappointed, I had to accept it. I was six months pregnant when Dima left.\n
“To make things easier, why don\u2019t you move in with your parents for now? Your mom can help, and we can rent out our apartment for extra money.”\n
“So you\u2019ve already decided everything for me?” I sighed.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
I moved in with my parents, who were willing to help but not entirely happy about the arrangement. They were used to a quiet home, and Roma\u2019s energy was overwhelming for them.\n
Three months later, I gave birth to our daughter, Misa. Dima was able to visit briefly to meet our daughter and pick us up from the hospital. I hoped he would stay, but he left again after a week.\n
My daily routine became exhausting\u2014taking Roma to kindergarten, caring for Misa, and managing household chores, all without much support from my parents. My mother gradually stepped back, leaving most of the responsibilities to me.\n
$\"\"$ \n
When Misa turned three months old, my parents began pressuring me to return to work.\n
“There are daycare centers that take babies as young as three months,” my mother said. “Roma is starting school and can stay in after-school care. You need to start earning.”\n
“Mom, Misa is still a baby! She needs me, not strangers!” I protested, but they insisted that money was necessary.\n
I hoped Dima would support me, but his call was even more upsetting.\n
*“That\u2019s enough, Liza! The baby is big enough for daycare. Your parents said you won\u2019t listen. You need to start working.”\n*
*“Go to work! How long do you plan to rely on me? I work tirelessly every day while you stay home and rest!”\n*
“And don\u2019t say you\u2019re taking care of the kids! Your mom helps, and our oldest will start school soon\u2014you don\u2019t need to watch him all the time. It\u2019s time for you to find a job and end your maternity leave.”\n
*Look for a job and finish your maternity leave already.\n*
*“Dima, I\u2019m still breastfeeding! How can I leave her for an entire day?” I cried.\n*
*“I\u2019m the only one earning money right now. Your maternity benefits barely count. It\u2019s time you contribute.”\n*
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For illustration purposes only.\n
Hurt and frustrated, I sought help from my in-laws, but they agreed with Dima. Only my friend, Lena, supported me.\n
“Are they serious? Daycare for a three-month-old? Do they even know how crowded those places are? And what about Roma? He\u2019ll need help with schoolwork!”\n
“Lena, what should I do? Everyone is pressuring me,” I sobbed.\n
Lena\u2019s words opened my eyes. Dima had been distant, rarely calling or expressing affection. Had he found someone else?\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Realizing I needed to take control of my life, I found a small rental apartment and moved out with my children. I used my savings to support us, with occasional help from Lena.\n
I filed for divorce and requested child support. Dima, unsurprised, did not argue. Later, I learned from mutual friends that he had indeed started a new relationship during his business trip.\n
The transition was difficult\u2014money was tight, and balancing everything was tough. But with child support and benefits, I persevered. I found remote work and, when Misa turned two, enrolled her in daycare and secured a stable job.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Life wasn\u2019t easy, but I was independent, making my own decisions and ensuring my children were well cared for. That, for me, was worth everything.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Go to work! How long do you plan to rely on me? I work tirelessly every day while you stay home and rest!” “And don\u2019t say you\u2019re taking care of the kids! Your mom helps, and our oldest will start school soon\u2014you don\u2019t need to watch him all the time. It\u2019s time for you to …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":101646,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101630"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101647,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630\/revisions\/101647"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/101646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

For illustration purposes only.\n
I met Dima when I was twenty, and he was twenty-five. He had graduated with a promising career in the gas industry and a stable job with growth potential. I was in my fourth year of university, studying to become a civil servant.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
We first met at a lively party through mutual friends. While others enjoyed the event, I sat quietly, not fond of large gatherings but there at a friend\u2019s invitation.\n
“Why aren\u2019t you joining in the fun?” a young man approached me. “We don\u2019t do boring here. My name is Dima, and you?”\n
“I\u2019m Liza,” I replied. “I\u2019m not bored; I just don\u2019t enjoy noisy parties much.”\n
“Honestly, I don\u2019t either,” Dima admitted. “But I needed a break from work. How about we step outside for a walk?”\n
I agreed, and we spent a wonderful evening together\u2014walking through the city, eating ice cream, listening to street musicians, and talking for hours.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Dima continued to reach out, inviting me to movies, caf\u00e9s, and strolls. One day, he surprised me with an invitation to a family gathering. I hesitated.\n
“Maybe you should go without me? Your whole family will be there, and I don\u2019t know anyone.”\n
“Nonsense,” Dima reassured me. “I\u2019ve wanted to introduce you to my parents for a while now. They keep wondering where I disappear to.”\n
Despite my initial reservations, I enjoyed the evening. Dima\u2019s mother, Margarita, stayed by my side, helping me feel comfortable. By the end of the night, I was dancing with Dima\u2019s father and enjoying the celebration.\n
Before long, we were a couple, and a year later, we got married. We moved into Dima\u2019s two-bedroom apartment, a gift from his parents after graduation. After renting it out for a few years, we renovated it and moved in together.\n
Six months later, I became pregnant, and we eagerly prepared for our first child. That summer, I received my diploma and soon gave birth to our son, Roma.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Our life settled into a routine\u2014Dima was promoted to department head, increasing his salary, while I stayed home to care for our son. I enrolled Roma in sports and English classes, managed household chores, and ensured everything was in order.\n
Five years later, I became pregnant again, something we had been planning. We were excited about welcoming another child into our family.\n
One day, Dima came home with unexpected news.\n
“Honey, I have to go on a long business trip\u2014six months, maybe even a year.”\n
“What? But the baby is coming soon! How can you leave now?” I was shocked.\n
“I don\u2019t want to leave, but I have no choice. I\u2019ve been assigned to set up a new branch up north. The pay will be better, and this could lead to a big promotion.”\n
Though disappointed, I had to accept it. I was six months pregnant when Dima left.\n
“To make things easier, why don\u2019t you move in with your parents for now? Your mom can help, and we can rent out our apartment for extra money.”\n
“So you\u2019ve already decided everything for me?” I sighed.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
I moved in with my parents, who were willing to help but not entirely happy about the arrangement. They were used to a quiet home, and Roma\u2019s energy was overwhelming for them.\n
Three months later, I gave birth to our daughter, Misa. Dima was able to visit briefly to meet our daughter and pick us up from the hospital. I hoped he would stay, but he left again after a week.\n
My daily routine became exhausting\u2014taking Roma to kindergarten, caring for Misa, and managing household chores, all without much support from my parents. My mother gradually stepped back, leaving most of the responsibilities to me.\n
$\"\"$ \n
When Misa turned three months old, my parents began pressuring me to return to work.\n
“There are daycare centers that take babies as young as three months,” my mother said. “Roma is starting school and can stay in after-school care. You need to start earning.”\n
“Mom, Misa is still a baby! She needs me, not strangers!” I protested, but they insisted that money was necessary.\n
I hoped Dima would support me, but his call was even more upsetting.\n
*“That\u2019s enough, Liza! The baby is big enough for daycare. Your parents said you won\u2019t listen. You need to start working.”\n*
*“Go to work! How long do you plan to rely on me? I work tirelessly every day while you stay home and rest!”\n*
“And don\u2019t say you\u2019re taking care of the kids! Your mom helps, and our oldest will start school soon\u2014you don\u2019t need to watch him all the time. It\u2019s time for you to find a job and end your maternity leave.”\n
*Look for a job and finish your maternity leave already.\n*
*“Dima, I\u2019m still breastfeeding! How can I leave her for an entire day?” I cried.\n*
*“I\u2019m the only one earning money right now. Your maternity benefits barely count. It\u2019s time you contribute.”\n*
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Hurt and frustrated, I sought help from my in-laws, but they agreed with Dima. Only my friend, Lena, supported me.\n
“Are they serious? Daycare for a three-month-old? Do they even know how crowded those places are? And what about Roma? He\u2019ll need help with schoolwork!”\n
“Lena, what should I do? Everyone is pressuring me,” I sobbed.\n
Lena\u2019s words opened my eyes. Dima had been distant, rarely calling or expressing affection. Had he found someone else?\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Realizing I needed to take control of my life, I found a small rental apartment and moved out with my children. I used my savings to support us, with occasional help from Lena.\n
I filed for divorce and requested child support. Dima, unsurprised, did not argue. Later, I learned from mutual friends that he had indeed started a new relationship during his business trip.\n
The transition was difficult\u2014money was tight, and balancing everything was tough. But with child support and benefits, I persevered. I found remote work and, when Misa turned two, enrolled her in daycare and secured a stable job.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
Life wasn\u2019t easy, but I was independent, making my own decisions and ensuring my children were well cared for. That, for me, was worth everything.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Go to work! How long do you plan to rely on me? I work tirelessly every day while you stay home and rest!” “And don\u2019t say you\u2019re taking care of the kids! Your mom helps, and our oldest will start school soon\u2014you don\u2019t need to watch him all the time. It\u2019s time for you to …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":101646,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101630"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101647,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101630\/revisions\/101647"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/101646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}