During the confinement period of my second child, I guarded my first baby who had a high fever, my second baby who was crying, and I stayed up late at night holding on to the incision of the caesarean section.
He played games and slept in the bedroom, turning a blind eye to my pleas for help.
After five years of marriage, I gave up my career to become a full-time housewife, but what I got in return was natural indifference and consumption.
At the moment when my heart died, I walked 400 kilometers away without saying a word and returned to the logistics industry, focusing on making money to save myself.
No divorce, no looking back, no forgiveness.
I make money, build a career, and live a shining life.
Later, the husband with the giant baby finally learned to change diapers, make complementary foods, and stay up late to take care of the baby.
He chased me like crazy and knelt in front of me with red eyes:
"Wanwan, I was wrong, please come back, please. This family cannot live without you."
I looked at him and just smiled faintly:
"When you were sleeping soundly, you should have known that if I left, you would never go back."
