When I was a little girl, my dad overdosed on meth and died. He was in one of those storage buildings they sell that he had turned into his man cave. It's still in our yard at home and ever since then, I've hated those buildings. I can't see them and not think about my dad. I remember me and my siblings trying to break in, having to watch the cops and emts breaking in, dragging his body out on a stretcher, etc. It's just not okay with me.

Here we are like 14 years later and I'm married, we have a two year old, and I'm due in a month with our second. We have a very small house and we live with my husband's parents due to my having narcolepsy and my husband currently being in between jobs. He starts bringing up getting a storage building so he can turn it into a man cave for his video games. He claims this is so I can sleep better at night.

I actually thought he was joking at first because he knows how my dad died and how I feel about them. But no. He's serious.

His dad went and bought him one. He called me outside to see it like it was this wonderful thing and I just went inside and cried. He doesn't understand. When I tried to talk about it, he said well I don't do drugs so it's fine.

It isn't fine. I liked having him in our room with me. Yeah the space was tight, but playing games together at night was pretty much the only time we could spend together and now he's going to be outside literally all night long (he stays up until like 5 playing games) while I'm either inside alone with two babies. He says I can go outside to sit with him if I'm lonely. So what do I just bring the crib out there with me, down stairs, with an infant just to drag the bed back in the house in a couple hours when it's time for us to go to bed?

His mom said she would clean out the entire living room to turn it into his game room. That option would leave him in the house with me to help if I need it as well as giving us the opportunity to play games together like we always do. He said he doesn't want to be "out in the open" when he plays his games, which makes no sense to me because every other door in the house would be closed at night and everybody would be asleep but him.

I just feel like he wants to be away from me. And our babies. And I don't like it. It hurts me a lot that he would do this without caring at all about how it would make me feel. I'm so mad at his dad for encouraging it. I'm so mad that my husband won't even give the option of him being inside a chance.

I'm crying so much right now. I just can't stop because I keep thinking of that night with my dad and even though I don't think my husband would do drugs, just putting myself back in that situation of having to potentially break in if something happens and my kids losing their dad. I just can't deal with it.

And he just wrote me saying "to stop being a little cry baby" so that's fun