On New Year’s Eve, I held my daughter as she cried herself hoarse.
My relatives scolded me to my face, saying I could only give birth to girls, not a son, and that I was just freeloading at home.
All I wanted was for my husband to lend a hand.
Instead, he joined in, blaming me for being unreasonable and embarrassing him.
To my surprise, my mother-in-law immediately drove off the nosy relatives with a scolding.
My father-in-law also gave him a harsh dressing-down on the spot.
But he apologized with his mouth while never once believing he’d done anything wrong.
That day, I finally couldn’t hold on any longer.
Grievance and despair overwhelmed me, and I fainted.
When I woke up, everything had changed.
