My husband's entire family thinks I have the easiest life. When I was a stay-at-home mom, they thought my husband worked hard to earn money, while I had it easy at home with the kid, so I had to do all the housework. When I went back to work, they thought my mother-in-law worked hard taking care of the kid, while I had an easy office job, so I had to take care of the kid after work. I had no complaints about taking care of my child, but just because I raised my voice slightly while helping him with homework, my husband pointed at my nose and called me "crazy." My mother-in-law mocked me: "You can't even do something as easy as teaching a child? What face do you have to scold him?" Even my child said it was bad luck to have me as a mother, and that other kids' moms weren't like this. Fine, fine. This "easy" life, I suddenly don't want it anymore. 1 At 8 PM, I came home from overtime. My son was still playing video games with his dad. I assumed he had finished his homework because my husband promised to help him with it today. I asked casually: "Finished your homework so quickly today?" My son didn't even lift his head: "Haven't started yet." I was angry and questioned Liam why he hadn't supervised the child's homework this late. Liam dismissed it: "It's just some stupid homework, what's wrong with doing it a bit later?" My anger flared up instantly. Since our son started first grade, I've always been the one supervising his homework. Only occasionally, when I worked overtime, would I ask him for help. But even then, he was always perfunctory. Either he was too lazy to check, not knowing if the child made mistakes. Or he just let the child play. When questioned, he would say the child didn't listen to him at all. "What can I do? If you're so good, you do it." Or simply like today, spreading his hands, completely giving up. In the past, I would definitely have had a big fight with him. But now I was very tired, having neither the energy to argue nor the desire to waste time. It was already past eight, and the homework hadn't been started. Given my son's procrastination level, finishing homework would take until 9:30, then washing up, bedtime would be 10:00. Tomorrow, he had to get up early for school. I barely suppressed my anger, confiscated my son's Switch, and forced him to do homework. My son looked unhappy, mumbling: "Mom is such a buzzkill." Liam patted his son's shoulder, father and son exchanging a knowing look. As if their common enemy was me. Chanting "don't get angry, don't get angry" to myself, I sat down at the desk with my son. But my son didn't even read the questions seriously, grabbing the pen and scribbling randomly. I tapped the question with my finger, signaling him to look again. My son dared not say anything, so he bit his pen and stared at the question. However, this stare lasted for two minutes, obviously daydreaming. This couldn't go on, so I started reading the question to him, explaining the key points. But he was absent-minded. Just as I was explaining the question to him, he suddenly dived under the desk and fished out a toy car. Obviously, his attention just now was not on the question at all. I worked overtime until eight and was already exhausted. Later, after the child went to sleep, I still had a freelance copywriting job to do. Every second the child wasted now would delay my rest time. At this moment, I was exhausted and couldn't help raising my voice: "Do you know what time it is? Can't you focus on your homework?" "I've explained it several times, can you pay a little attention? Mom is tired too, can you respect Mom's labor?" The child lowered his head under the scolding. As a result, Liam rushed in directly, pointing at my nose and scolding me: "You're crazy. "Coming home with a long face, who do you want to show it to? "Are you the only one tired all day? When you stayed at home with the kid, you said you were tired. Now you go out to work, you're still tired. "Your broken job is so easy, how tired can it be? Can you stop being so pretentious! "Look around the world, which mother is like you. Going out to slack off isn't enough, coming home to tutor a child and being so impatient, do you deserve to be a mother?" I trembled with anger. I raised the child since birth. Finally, he started elementary school, and his father, except for occasionally playing games with him, hadn't taken care of him for a single complete day. What right did he have to accuse me of not deserving to be a mother? I couldn't help retorting: "I don't deserve to be a mother, do you deserve to be a father? Have you taken care of the child for a single day since he was born? What right do you have to accuse me?" Liam sneered: "Didn't I earn the money? Without me working hard outside to earn money, just relying on your peanuts, could you live this good life now?" Money again. I only felt endless sorrow in my heart. 2 Liam and I were college classmates. Before having the child, we were both in internet companies, earning about the same. After marriage, I wanted to focus on my career for a few years before having children. But my mother-in-law kept pushing for a baby, and before the birth, she vowed that after the birth, the child would be handed over to her, absolutely leaving us with no worries. Result: the child was born, my mother-in-law, who agreed to come help, sprained her waist as soon as the confinement nanny left. This sprain lasted for several years. Because no one took care of the child, I had to resign. After resigning, taking care of the child became my full-time job. My husband worked hard during the day to earn money, so naturally, he should rest well after work. And I took care of the child at home, happy and easy, what right did I have to shout tired? Accompanying my own cute baby to eat and sleep every day, shouting tired was being pretentious. In those two years, Liam often said he supported the family, didn't even lift a finger at home, let alone help me with the child. When the child was two years old, once I had a high fever and asked Liam to accompany the child. Result: Liam left me and the child and insisted on going out for social engagement. "You enjoy life at home with the child, can you understand the pressure of my work? "If there are difficulties, overcome them yourself, don't be so pretentious." At that time, holding the child in my arms, I wanted to end it all. But the child cried tiredly, murmuring "Mommy hug" in his dreams, making me feel that I had no right to die. I gave birth to him, I must be responsible for him. At that time, I joined many mom groups, and everyone lived a life similar to mine. Everyone encouraged each other, saying it would be better when the child grew up. When the child went to kindergarten, my mother-in-law's waist finally healed, and she could come to take care of the child. The whole family said the child was older, and I could find a job. But because of a career gap of nearly three years, plus the child was young, except for odd jobs, no decent company was willing to hire me. Later, I gritted my teeth and passed the exam for a public institution. Although it was a government job, as a window unit, in fact, affairs were complicated, often overtime, and not earning much. In the current environment, I was content and tried hard to adapt to the work pace. But in the eyes of Liam's whole family, I didn't go to work at all, but went out to slack off. No matter how tired I was at work, how late I came back from overtime, I had to continue taking care of the child and doing housework when I got home. Because my mother-in-law was tired all day, Liam was tired all day, only I "rested" outside all day. Moreover, he often brought up the fact that I earned less than him. Even though we started from the same point, even though it was because I gave birth to and raised a child with his surname, cutting off my career prospects. Clearly, I made sacrifices for the family, but now this has become the handle for Liam to manipulate me. Every time we quarreled, he would say he earned money, he supported the family, without him, I couldn't live this good life now. Ironically, this hideous man in front of me once vowed when I had to resign: "My money is your money, I will always remember my dear wife's sacrifice." Fortunately, after disappointments piled up, I had long lost any expectation for marriage and Liam, leaving only the persistence for the child to have a complete family. 3 I didn't want to argue, just wanted to solve the problem: "The child is not mine alone. In the future, when I'm not home, you supervise the homework. No games until homework is finished." Unexpectedly, it only exchanged for Liam's sneer and contempt: "You're ordering me around now? You call the shots in this house? Who do you think you are?!" And at this time, my mother-in-law, who had been in the living room, also rushed in to join the battle. "Let him supervise? He is a man, has to work to earn money, and come home to tutor the child, what's the use of marrying you?" I was furious and couldn't help asking my mother-in-law: "Don't I work? Don't I earn money?" My mother-in-law spat at me: "Your job is so easy, can it compare with Liam? "Just earning those peanuts, you have the nerve to say you also work and earn money! "Working a broken job, the whole family owes you, coming home and scolding the child, I see you are seriously sick. "Look at other people's wives, capable of earning money and supporting the family, never seen anyone like you, going crazy as soon as you get home. "Small ability, big temper. Can't even do such an easy thing as tutoring a child with homework, still have the face to scold the child." Saying this, she dragged Leo's arm and walked out: "Don't pay attention to your crazy mom, come, go eat delicious food with grandma." Leo cheered and jumped up, about to leave with my mother-in-law. I shouted at him to stop, grabbed his other arm, not letting him go. Leo shook off my hand without hesitation: "You are so annoying!" I looked at this child I raised single-handedly in disbelief. He rolled his eyes at me exactly like my mother-in-law: "Only incompetent adults push their kids. Dad said, the money you earn is not even half of his, what are you proud of?" "It's really bad luck to have a mom like you, my classmates' moms are not like you." Three similar faces in front of me, using the same tone, saying identical words. For me, there is no horror movie more terrifying than this scene. The three of them went out happily. I heard Liam ask Leo loudly: "Want to go out for late-night snacks? Let's go, not writing that broken homework today, I don't believe the sky will fall." Leo jumped three feet high: "Dad long live!" Soon, the three of them went out, leaving me at home. I looked around this home, on the table there was a pile of strawberry butts left after Leo ate the tips, three socks thrown by Liam under the sofa, and oily dishes soaking in the kitchen sink after dinner. These were the housework left for me, the "relaxed" person. My mother-in-law was obviously at home every day, claiming to help us manage housework, but actually only cooked for her eldest son and eldest grandson. Since I got pregnant, I felt nauseous smelling meat, so I started eating vegetarian. She was used to cooking with heavy oil, every meal was either chicken, duck, or fish, saying her son was tired, grandson was growing, must eat well every day. Basically, every day when I came back at night, I could only eat some staple food to cushion my stomach. Moreover, my mother-in-law said her waist was bad, couldn't mop the floor once a week, and even refused to wash clothes on the grounds of not knowing how to use the washing machine. Liam habitually threw dirty clothes and socks around. Even though I bought a laundry basket, he still threw socks everywhere. Kitchen hygiene, toilet hygiene, clothes for our family of three, were usually done by me after the child fell asleep. Every day as soon as I entered the house, big and small things in the house all recognized their owner. Even so, Liam would say: "My mom worked hard all day, your job is so easy, do more when you get home." Before I was completely disappointed with Liam, I also tried to communicate with him, my job was also very tiring. What I got was only his contempt: "If you are tired, let your mom come to take care of the child?" He clearly knew my biological mother favored boys over girls, devoted herself to my brother, and wouldn't care about me at all. When we were dating, Liam knew the grievances I suffered in my original family, and once cried with heartache: "They don't love you, I love you. Wang Yifan, in this life I, Liam, only love you!" It was this sentence that made me truly consider starting a family with Liam. Never having been firmly loved, I really wanted a family of my own, and really wanted a lover who only loved me. But this person who once said he only loved me, now punched me in the flesh, hitting the most painful and fragile place in my life. I will always remember the look he gave me then: "Wang Yifan, this is your fate, don't be pretentious." I knew his implication, even my own mother didn't love me, didn't help me, why should I expect him, expect his mother to love me, help me. In that instant, I also suddenly understood why Liam suddenly changed like a different person after I gave birth. Because he knew I was a woman with no support behind me. Except for this "home" he gave me, I had nowhere to go, no one to rely on. Therefore, he couldn't be bothered to distract himself with me. But even realizing this, I could only continue to stay in this "home." Because I still had the child. Leaving Liam, I couldn't raise a child well by myself. So, I let myself sink deeper and deeper in this suffocating home. At this time the doorbell rang, it was the courier delivering a box of peaches. I remembered, last night Leo said he wanted to eat peaches, Liam immediately said he wanted to eat too, he would buy them. And I am allergic to peaches, let alone eating peaches, even touching peach fuzz will cause a rash. I looked at the peach picture on the express delivery, asked myself, Wang Yifan, is this what you want?
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