My Husband Counts Every Penny in Work Points, So My Daughter and I Left Him

My husband insisted on running our household by "military regulations" and splitting our earnings "according to labor."

But I farmed, fed the pigs, and waited on his parents at home, and he still said, "What woman doesn't take care of the family? That doesn't count toward work points!"

I told myself he was used to running his troops by strict rules, and let it go.

Then one day, I took our daughter to the military families' service center to buy my mother-in-law a camel-hair coat. I was short by three yuan and eighty fen, so I asked him for the money. He frowned.

"You're so calculating! All you ever do is funnel money to your poor family!"

"You don't get something for nothing. If you're greedy, deal with the consequences yourself!"

I gritted my teeth, borrowed cloth coupons from another military wife, bought my mother-in-law the coat, and picked out a floral dress for our daughter.

My mother-in-law beamed as she felt the new clothes, but then turned around and complained to him: "That spendthrift daughter-in-law borrowed money just to show off. And you'll have to pay for that little girl's dress in the end, won't you?"

He actually yanked our daughter's new dress off her right there in the street, then charged toward the supply cooperative, eyes bloodshot. The child chased after him and was sent flying by a coal truck.

I held my blood-soaked child and cried out, but he kept a stern face. "Not a military injury. Pay the medical expenses yourself."

I went on my knees and borrowed from everyone in the whole family compound to scrape together enough for our child's medical bills. Then I turned around and saw him hand his advance pay to Lin Xiaoyu from the art troupe. "You practice dancing for the honor of our troupe. This is a private nutrition allowance from me."

I rushed over to confront him, but he said, "Can that little girl's contribution compare to Comrade Xiaoyu's? So what if she gets a few scars? It won't stop her from getting married or working later!"

At last, my heart turned to ash. I pulled the divorce application from my pocket.

I had finally settled the accounts in this marriage, where everything was measured in work points.

It turned out he had charged every last thing to my account.