It proposed reducing his visitation until he could consistently support our son’s needs. He looked confused at first, then surprised, as though the consequences of his casual request had just begun to sink in. I didn’t raise my voice or offer a lecture; I simply stood there, steady and clear.In the days that followed, he called several times. Not angrily—just uncertain, asking whether I truly meant to move forward. I explained gently that parenting wasn’t something to take a break from, financially or otherwise. Our son needed stability, not promises that shifted with convenience.