My husband and I had been married for seven years. For all seven of those years, he had cared for the wife and child of a fellow miner who died in an accident.
He took his responsibilities seriously, always putting them ahead of me and our daughter.
I resented it, but everyone told me to be more understanding.
“Doing good deeds earns you more work points. Besides, Desheng promised someone he’d look after them, so as his wife, you should be more generous!”
Then the mine disaster struck. My husband rushed past me and our daughter, scooped up the mother and child, and ran out without looking back.
The woman’s triumphant smile made my heart ache.
In that moment, I resolved to divorce him.
