When my husband Danny insisted we try for a sixth child — because he needed a son — I was shocked. We already had five wonderful daughters, and his obsession with having a boy had gone from wishful to threatening. He even hinted at divorce if I refused. So, I taught him a lesson.

One morning, I quietly packed a bag and left Danny home alone with all five girls. I escaped to my late mom’s country house, turned off my phone, and watched the chaos unfold via our home’s surveillance cameras. He couldn’t even make breakfast without burning toast and spilling juice. The girls ran wild, demanded gourmet meals, and turned the house into a disaster zone.

He missed work, broke down trying to help with homework, and eventually filmed himself in the bathroom, wearing a tiara begging me to come home. When I returned, he ran to me, completely humbled. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’ll never pressure you again.”

Since that day, Danny changed. He became a hands-on dad, helped with chores, and made our daughters feel like princesses. He never brought up having another child again. Instead, he finally understood the family we had was more than enough.