My Husband Is a Wonderful Father, but I Regret Having a Child With Him I (31F) have been married to my husband (34M) for five years, and I have recently started having thoughts that make me feel like the worst person in the world. My husband has always wanted to be a father. Even before we got married, he talked about the kind of dad he wanted to become. He imagined family vacations, bedtime stories, teaching his children how to ride bicycles, and being the kind of father he never had growing up. I loved that about him. When we finally had our daughter two years ago, he was overjoyed. During the first few months, I thought I had married the perfect man. He changed diapers, woke up at night when he could, and proudly showed our daughter to everyone he knew. But as time passed, I began noticing something that I couldn't ignore. My husband loves being a father, but he doesn't seem to understand that being a father also means being a partner to the woman who gave birth to his child. Before our daughter was born, we shared responsibilities. We cooked together, cleaned together, and made decisions together. Now, I do almost everything that keeps our household running. He takes our daughter to the park on weekends and plays with her when he gets home from work. Everyone praises him for being such an involved father. What nobody sees is that I am the one who remembers her doctor's appointments, buys her clothes, prepares her meals, arranges childcare, tracks her vaccinations, and makes sure she has everything she needs. When I ask him to take responsibility for something, he says I should simply tell him what needs to be done. I tried explaining that constantly having to assign him tasks makes me feel like his manager rather than his wife. He told me I was making a big deal out of normal parenting responsibilities. The worst part is that he genuinely believes he is doing enough. Last month, I became seriously ill and had to spend three days in bed. I expected my husband to take over everything while I recovered. Instead, he called his mother to help because he said he didn't know how to manage our daughter's routine. His mother came over and handled everything. She even asked me where we kept our daughter's medicine, clothes, and food. I lay in bed listening to them discuss things I had been managing alone for two years, and something inside me broke. I realized that my husband hadn't learned these things because he had never needed to. I had always been there to handle them. When I finally recovered, I told him I felt abandoned during those three days. He apologized, but then he said something that I haven't been able to forget. He told me that he thought I enjoyed being the person who knew everything about our daughter. I asked him whether he thought I enjoyed being exhausted all the time. He didn't answer. I love my daughter more than anything, and I don't regret having her. But sometimes, when I see other couples sharing parenting responsibilities equally, I wonder whether I made a mistake choosing my husband.