21/12/2024
A few months ago, my husband Ben and I were at this dinner party when he suddenly brought up that he wanted to homeschool our daughter Lily. It came out of nowhere, and the way he said it was... odd. He started going on about how schools stifle creativity and how Lily needed more freedom. Everyone at the table was nodding along, impressed. I was too, at first. Who wouldn't want their kid to have the best?
He kept bringing it up at home, dropping little comments like, "Lily could do so much more outside the classroom." He was really into it, pushing the idea hard. I thought maybe he had a point, so when he finally suggested pulling her out of school, I didn't resist.
For the first few months, everything seemed fine. Ben would sit with Lily during "school hours" while I worked, showing off their projects like a proud dad. Lily seemed happy, and Ben kept telling me how much she was thriving.
But then, one day, I got home early. I didn't want to disturb them, so I was really quiet, but then I heard it — Lily's voice. She was CRYING.
