02/11/2026
One Kim
My husband embarrassed me on Instagram and called me a SLOBBY WIFE — so I planned a night he would never forget.
My name is Nicola. A month ago, I gave birth to TRIPLETS, all girls.
I expected balloons, maybe, or a box of chocolates when I got home.
You know what I got instead?
My husband, Sam, was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
He didn't even glance at our daughters. He said:
"You could've given birth FASTER. The apartment is FILTHY. IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU."
When I walked into the living room, I froze.
Everything was everywhere.
Plates covered in dried food and even flies sat on the table, the couch, and the floor.
Crumbs were pressed deep into the carpet.
And on the coffee table, there was even used toilet paper.
"SAM!" I yelled.
"What?" he replied lazily from the couch.
"What is all this?"
Sam picked up a dirty T-shirt next to him on the couch with just two fingers and shrugged.
"THIS IS ALL THE MESS YOU MADE. I told you—you should've come back sooner, because nobody's been cleaning the apartment."
I took a deep breath to respond, but one of the girls started crying in the bedroom.
As I rocked the baby, trying to calm her down, I felt like I could explode.
I thought things couldn't get any worse, but then my phone buzzed loudly on the dresser.
Sam posted a new photo on Instagram.
It was our living room—dirty, like no one had cleaned it in ages.
"MY SLOBBY WIFE HASN'T CLEANED THE APARTMENT IN A MONTH. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THIS IS GOING TO STOP?"
In the comments, strangers were hurling insults at me.
Tears stung my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
I put the triplets to bed, then went into the living room and gave Sam a soft hug.
"I'm sorry, honey," I said. "I'm taking you out to a celebratory dinner tomorrow—to celebrate our reunion."
"It'll be an unforgettable evening," Sam replied with a smile.
I smiled back. Yes, Sam—you have no idea HOW UNFORGETTABLE IT'S GOING TO BE. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

06/08/2025
11/19/2024