I (36M) have been married to my wife (33F) for 7 years. We have a 5-year-old son who is smart, gentle, and kind of a sensitive kid. He's just a sweet little guy. I think he’s perfect.

My wife… not so much.

She’s always had this obsession with “toughening him up.” Says he needs to be “less soft,” “more of a man,” whatever that means for a literal kindergartner. She wanted him in football at 4. She tells him not to cry, calls it “baby behavior,” and makes comments like “you need to man up” when he’s scared of thunder.

It’s been a point of tension for us, but this past weekend? She took it nuclear.

I was out running errands and she was watching our son at home. When I got back, I walked in and immediately smelled cigarettes. I don’t smoke. She doesn’t either — or at least, I thought she didn’t.

I asked what the smell was. She looked me in the eye, dead serious, and said, “I let him try a cigarette.”

I thought she was joking. Like, haha, edgy joke. Nope. She straight-up handed our 5-year-old son a lit cigarette and encouraged him to take a puff. When I asked what the actual hell she was thinking, her response?

Our kid immediately threw up, and started crying. He didn’t even understand what it was. She just shoved this thing in his hand like she was initiating him into a biker gang.

I lost it. I yelled, packed a bag for our son, and we went to my brother’s for the night. She’s now blowing up my phone saying I overreacted, and that I’m “raising a weak little boy who’s going to get eaten alive out there.” Her words. About our 5-year-old son.

She says I’m throwing away our marriage over “one tiny harmless thing,” and that “he didn’t even inhale, calm down.” I told her I don’t care — you don’t get to use our son as some kind of masculinity science experiment.

Now her mom’s involved, saying I “knew what I signed up for” when I married a “tough country girl.” What I signed up for was not child endangerment.

Everyone’s acting like I’m the crazy one for taking this seriously. But I feel like I’ve seen a whole new side of her — one that’s not just reckless, but actually dangerous.