When I woke up, I was dressed as the wife of a dark-skinned man from the 1960s, and it also came with two bottles of oil.
The man was so fierce that he could scare away wolves, and the family was so poor that every meal was filled with wild vegetables that scratched their throats.
I seriously suspected that this was a prank show. I looked for hidden cameras every day, and even called the director to my nominal husband, asking him when he would finish work and if he could add chicken drumsticks to the lunch box.
As a result, not only did he not send me to a mental hospital, he looked at me more and more wrong.
Intention: Love yourself