Part 2The Easy Life

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.