My husband's first love was still single, but she had a severe gynecological condition.
At a banquet, our five-year-old son covered his nose and said, "Auntie, why do you smell so bad?"
Provoked, his first love went mad and took our son to a suburban dump crawling with snakes and insects.
She said she wanted him to learn what a real bad smell was.
But my husband took the only car there and drove her out to clear her head.
He didn't care that our son was so frightened he had an asthma attack and was on the brink of death.
He rolled down the window and looked at me with nothing but disgust.
"You act so outrageous because I proposed to you a hundred times back then. That's how you raised our child to be like this."
"If it happens again, I won't mind teaching the two of you a harsher lesson."
With trembling hands, I called 120, then quietly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.
He didn't know that I had already contacted my father, a mafioso living abroad.
There were only a few days left before he came to take me home.
