I Died in the Bathtub, but My Husband Was Still Comforting Me Through the Door

To save our premature son, we spent all our savings and plunged ourselves into debt, but we still couldn't keep him alive.

After losing our child, I fell into severe depression.

Jiang Ye was afraid I might hurt myself. Even with crushing debts hanging over him, he always found ways to cheer me up.

"Honey, we can earn the money back. As long as you're here, we still have a home."

He delivered food during the day and drove for a rideshare service at night, working himself to the bone. No matter how exhausted he was, the first thing he did when he came home was wrap me in his arms.

He gritted his teeth and held our broken family together for a whole year.

I thought we'd make it through the winter together, and that one day I'd finally be able to smile and tell him I'd come through it.

But that very day, when I saw children playing by the roadside, I couldn't stop myself from crying.

Jiang Ye had just come in, his eyes red with exhaustion, when he suddenly broke down.

"Enough! How long are we going to live like this, in this dead, joyless house?"

"Everyone feels sorry for you because you lost a child. What about me? Don't I hurt too? Who the hell is going to care about me?"

He slammed his helmet to the floor and charged out into the rain.

I was left alone in the room.

I looked at the utility knife on the windowsill.

It would be better to die.

Then Jiang Ye wouldn't have to pretend to be strong anymore.

And I could finally go be with our child.