AITA for expecting quiet at 4am on New Year’s Eve after my husband brought people back to the house?

I really didn’t think expecting sleep in my own house at 4 in the morning would turn into this huge fight, but apparently it did.

I’m four months pregnant with our first baby, and on New Year’s Eve my husband and I went to a house party. Before we even went, we made an agreement: he would leave with me at 2am. That was the plan. I was the one driving, and since I’m pregnant, I obviously wasn’t drinking anyway.

So when 2am came and I was ready to go, he suddenly decided he wanted to stay longer. We had also invited a female friend at the last minute because she had just gone through a bad breakup, and the hosts said she could come. He wanted to stay with her, and even though I was annoyed he broke his promise, I left and figured they could find their own way home.

I got home, went to sleep, and thought that was the end of it.

Then around 3:30 in the morning, I got woken up by the dog barking and multiple voices in the house. I checked my phone and realized my husband had come back with people. I texted them to be quiet, because at that point I’d only been asleep for about an hour. But their version of being quiet was still loud enough to keep me awake.

An hour later, they were still making noise, so I went upstairs to check.

That’s when I found my husband in the guest room with our female friend and one of his male friends I absolutely cannot stand. This guy is a total disaster. He’s a deadbeat dad, constantly Dr*nk, basically homeless because of his own choices, and somehow still acts like everyone else is the problem. And yes, he’s also a cop, which makes it even more ridiculous to me. On top of that, it was pretty obvious he was trying to hook up with our newly single friend, and the two of them were under the covers while my husband sat there on the floor like he was hosting some weird after-party in our house.

I told them they needed to be quiet, and I also told them the guests needed to be out by 10am.

That wasn’t random. I know exactly how this guy operates. If I don’t set boundaries, he’ll stay all day using our shower, our laundry, our food, and whatever else he can get out of us. I also had to get myself ready to go back to work after being off for nearly two weeks, and again, I am pregnant and exhausted.

Then 4:30 rolled around, and they were still loud.

At that point, I called my husband and told him that if they were going to stay up, they needed to whisper. Instead, he came downstairs and started screaming at me. He told me I was ruining his life, that all he wanted was one last fun night before the baby comes this summer, and that I had completely ruined his night by not letting him hang out with his friends.

That’s the part that really got to me.

From my point of view, if he wanted to stay up being loud, he should have stayed at the party. He had no problem breaking his promise to me, dragging people back to our house in the middle of the night, waking me up, and then acting like I was the unreasonable one for wanting sleep. And honestly, I’m pretty sure the real reason he came back wasn’t even about hanging out. I think he wanted to play matchmaker and try to get his friend together with our newly single friend, especially since both he and that guy had some drama with her ex before.

Eventually they quieted down around 5am, but by then the damage was done.

What bothers me most is how selfish it all felt. I pay half the mortgage. I live here too. I’m carrying our baby. I wasn’t asking for anything extreme. I wasn’t saying nobody could ever come over. I was saying that at 4 in the morning, in our shared house, there needs to be basic respect. And if guests are going to show up unexpectedly and keep me awake for hours, then yes, I absolutely want them gone by 10am.

Looking back, I don’t think I was wrong for reaching my limit. I asked nicely first. More than once. The only reason I ended up yelling was because being polite got ignored. And now it feels like I’m being painted as the villain just because I refused to let my home turn into someone else’s after-hours hangout while I’m the one paying for it and losing sleep.